me: what the hell is wrong with me
brain: here’s a repressed memory that explains a lot of things
me: Well Lock It Back Up?? Did I Ask For All That????
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i hate that i’m so absent as a person. i don’t start conversations. i can barely maintain them. i’m so weary and spaced out all the time to the point where i can’t even keep up small talk and i’m just so disappointed in myself
“I have had too much suffering and so little pleasure.”
— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947