April 2012
15 posts
Who the fuck cares anymore?
I have this feeling, this unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach, that I’m about to do something I can never undo and the closer I get to the edge, the more eager I am to jump. Endless hours spent in solitude have convinced me of something I always knew deep down.
Nobody ever said it better than Robert:
“And the further I get from the things that I care about, the less I care about how much further away I get”
116 days on Prozac
“In the end,it wasn’t death that surprised her but the stubbornness of life.”
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-Jeffrey Eugenides (The Virgin Suicides)
