“shit it’s 2 a.m.” i say every day at 2 a.m. as if i am surprised
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"I resist the world, I suffer from what it demands of me, from its demands. The world increases my sadness, my dryness, my confusion, my irritation, etc. The world depresses me. Everyone is “extremely nice”—and yet I feel entirely alone."
Roland Barthes, from Mourning Diary (via perfect)