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There aren’t that many ways to find comfort in this world. We must take it where we can get it, even in the darkest, most disgusting places. Nobody asks to be born. No one signs a form that says, You have my permission to make me exist. Babies are born, because parents feel that they themselves are not enough. So, parents, never condemn us for trying to fill our existential holes, when we are but the fruit of your own vain attempts to fill yours. It’s your fault we’re here to deal with the void in the first place.
When you’re lonely and blacking out in strange places, you let other lonely people do what they want to you. You call it free love.
Let’s pretend you are capable of being who I think I need you to be: a love story.
What happens to the space that two people occupied together? How can it just disappear? Why can’t it just become something else?
When we think of our old lovers, and the people they are with now, we wonder what we did not have. We wonder collectively, as
THE OCEAN GIVES ME PERFORMANCE anxiety about being at peace.
am scared I would give birth to my own childhood self-hatred.
IT SEEMS LIKE ALL THE cool mentally ill people are on Wellbutrin.
