no i can’t go out tonight i’m mourning my unlived life. yes i see the irony. yeah all night. no i can’t reschedule, sorry. hope you have fun living your life instead of watching it pass you by though! sounds like fun
(via dannydevitosfeet)
I could not stop wasting time. It was crazy. I wanted to do something with my life, but instead, I went to sleep, or sung in the shower, or sat and stared at the wall. I couldn’t even tell you about anything that I saw. I didn’t talk to anybody. The cicadas kept dying outside, and as I dreamed, my mouth grew thick and venomous with silence.
— Yiwei Chai, The Jacaranda Years
“l am afraid. l am not solid, but hollow. I feel behind my eyes, a numb, paralyzed cavern, a pit of hell, a mimicking nothingness. I never thought, I never wrote, I never suffered. I do not know who l am, where l am going.”
— Syvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least, the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. l just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go.
— Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye
(via balenchy)
“I lost myself so many years ago that I hesitate to try to find myself again. I am afraid to begin. Existing so often gives me palpitations. I am so afraid to be myself. I am so dangerous.”
Clarice Lispector II Why This World: A Biography of Clarice Lispector
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