41 Quotes by Rasmenia Massoud

People like to put their paranoia on you to keep you from having the fun they’re afraid to have themselves.

Who’s happy? Happy is just what people think they are when they can’t find anything to bitch about.

Then I recognize the feeling I have way down underneath my scoffing and head shaking. Not doubt. Not skepticism. Only cold jealousy. Nothing is my bag. Nothing ever called out to me. If it did, I’m deaf to it, or don’t know how to listen. That’s the kind of realization that makes me too sad to speak.

It’s hard to explain to people who already know who they are and what they like that you have no fucking idea what you want to do with your time because you don’t know how to like or dislike a thing, or how to do anything.

I don’t know how to be any version of me, much less a new and improved me.

When I start something, I can never finish it. I just can’t dedicate myself to wanting or doing a thing for an extended period of time like that. I get started doing and before I reach the halfway mark, I’m wanting something else. But, really, it’s not me, it’s everything moving around me, changing and wreaking havoc on my wants. I decided it's easier to stop starting things because it’s impossible to keep up with the world, the way it constantly throws new stuff at you.

That’s the cool thing about the past,” Bronwyn says, “It’s temporary. If you don’t like the one you have, you can just keep making new ones until you find one that’s a good fit.

Her metamorphosis, once complete, would let her belong. Her superficial cocoon. An escape route from awkward. A life boat to acceptance.

I know that mirrors give us a false sense of confidence.” I continued. “The reflection that we see everyday has nothing to do with how others see us. The glass lies.