"Your perspective of yourself is so narrow and self-critical that you’re unable to see things from a wider perspective, and so you goad yourself into choosing just one angle, which is the easiest way out."
The problem is that you never give me anything, she wrote in her letter. Or, to put it more precisely, you have nothing inside you that you can give me. You are good and kind and handsome, but living with you is like living with a chunk of air.
Derin derin nefes aldı, sanki yitip gitmiş o güzel günlerin acısını kat kat fazlasıyla çıkarmak, bir kez daha küçük bir çocuk olup hiçbir şeyi umursamaksızın tasa ve kaygıdan uzak yaşamak istiyordu.