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Behold the field in which I grow my fucks. Lay thine eyes upon it and see that it is barren.
I even made myself a cup of chamomile tea, the nauseating sweet smell wafting up from my chipped coffee cup like a hot diaper. This was supposed to be relaxing?
Greeting cards routinely tell us everybody deserves love. No. Everybody deserves clean water. Not everybody deserves love all the time.
Fiction is a solution, the best solution, to the problem of existential solitude.
It is possible to be homesick for a place even when you are there.
you don't need to accept everything as true, you only have to accept it as necessary.
To put a finer point on it, I’m the type of person who doesn’t find it painful to be alone