Emma Forrest
Emma Forrest
Emma Forrestis a British-American journalist, novelist and screenwriter. Born in London, she currently resides in Los Angeles...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionJournalist
Date of Birth26 December 1977
fall men thinking
When I was younger I loved Betty Blue, and at the moment I'm completely besotted with Angelina Jolie. But sometimes I'm unnerved by the idea of men liking her. Because I think that there is a side to every man that really wants to watch a woman fall apart.
blood people self-injury
At least you know where you are with blood. At least other people can see it.
fighting night white
Every fear, every night terror, every hour I cried for Liev, every fight with Sebastian is registered as a neat white scar.
past years moments
I would say at the moment the only person who could have played me this past year would have to be Angelina Jolie.
lying cutting comfort
I like the cuts - they comfort me - I can't lie.
stars truth-is reason
The truth is I have had, for whatever reason, several movie-star boyfriends,
girl dancing unhappy
I wouldn't say that my emotions are extreme. I'd say they are committed. My moods are the equivalent of Madonna's dancing: inappropriate but all-out. If I'm going to be sad, I might as well be the saddest a girl can get. And if I'm happy, I want to be the happiest. The trouble is, I feel highs so ecstatic that just being normal feels like a thousand-mile drop and being unhappy is excruciating.
believe love-you sadness
Is it needy? It's not. We don't need each other. We just really, really enjoy each other. And we're good together. We're good people together. And I have the funniest feeling. I can really, truly touch this all, this happiness and the sadness too, I can trace all of it with my fingers. It isn't theoretical or distant. This feels like me. This is me. I love him, and, for the first time in a relationship, I also like me. Every time he says "I love you," I answer, "I believe you.
good-life perfectly-good guilt
There's so much guilt there attached to having a perfectly good life.
beautiful girl pain
It's as if he can no longer acknowledge the love he felt or the pain I am in. I have been dismissed. I don't think I was smarter or as beautiful as the other girls he did this to. It's just that I was me. It was all I had.
lonely crazy eccentric
I'm not crazy or dangerous, just a bit eccentric and lonely.
turkeys knowing doe
He was addicted to me and now he has gone cold turkey. He used to send me fifty texts a day. And now he is ignoring me. It's like I was once his Barack Obama. And now I am John McCain, conceding defeat like a sad-face sock puppet, knowing I have sold the best of myself. He, my electorate, not only does not want me, he actively feels pity.
heart found-someone alive
You want to know, but are afraid to ask, whether or not I found someone. If there could be anyone to fill that hole in my heart after I lost him. I did. "Life is futile," says my new therapist, Michaela, "and no one gets out of it alive. There is only love.
darkness killing killing-yourself
If killing yourself is not an option anymore, you have to sink into the darkness instead, and make something out of it.