Survivor

by Chuck Palahniuk

Nothing was to be known. Anything was to be expected.

“Does it hurt very much to die?” Well, sweetheart, I tell her, yes, but it hurts a lot more to keep living.

direction. Around the one hundred and fifth floor, you can’t believe you’re the slave to this body, this big baby. You have to keep it fed and put it to bed and take it to the bathroom. You can’t believe we haven’t invented something better. Something not so needy.

It doesn’t matter if you do anything. If nobody notices, your life will add up to a big zero. Nada.

Everything we did to fix me had side effects we had to fix. Then the fixes had side effects to fix and so on and so on.

#truth

More and more everything in my life was a fix for an earlier fix for an earlier fix until I forget what the original problem was.