them: you can always talk to me if you need to
me, having a mental breakdown: i have nOBODY, no one ever cares for me, I AM ALL ALONE
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“We are getting stale. I call us stale. I can feel us getting stale and it sickens me. More. You sicken me. More.”
— Jillian Weise, from “How to Treat Flowers,” The Book of Goodbyes
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“I’m still obsessed with creating a false world, and will be until I die. […] in my imagination I line up the characters – so alive and dependable!– who occupy my inner life, and this makes me feel cosy, like sitting by a warm fire in winter. I have a world of friends inside me, with their own real, individual, imperfect lives.”
— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
“Unbody me–I’m tired–and get me home.”
— Ralph Hodgson, from Eve, And Other Poems (1913); “The Moor,”
“There was something terrible in me sometimes at night I could see it grinning at me”
— William Faulkner, The Sound and The Fury