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Pain makes me tired. My body needs to rest, but it’s more than that. I’m exhausted by feigning comfort, and I don’t want to translate what’s going on inside me, even for my friends.

Molly McCully Brown, from Places I've Taken My Body: Essays

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"I tried to ask my parents to leave the room, but not my life. It was very hard. Because the room was the size of my life. Because my life was small."

— Chen Chen, “Chapter VIII”

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𝙰𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝟷𝟸, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

[ID: August 12. Didn’t sleep at all. Lay three hours in the afternoon on the sofa, sleepless and apathetic; the same at night. But it mustn’t thwart me. END ID]

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“Suddenly I wonder, ‘Where is the girl that I was last year? Two years ago? What would she think of me now?”

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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Depression is the bed in which I sink, / my body primed for pain’s insidious hooks: / the swollen fingers and the stiffened back; / the way regret can pierce you with its knife; / the migraines like some medieval rack; / the winnowing of loved ones from my life.

Linda Pastan, from Insomnia: Poems; “Old Joke”

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Everything eats and is eaten, time is fed

ingydar, Adrianne Lenker

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‘take me with you’ ; andrea gibson.

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Alejandro Zambra, Ways of Going Home (translated by Megan McDowell)

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"But good God, what’s wrong with me, after all?

What am I missing? Why this emptiness, this nostalgia?

What is this anxiety, as if I only loved something I didn’t know?"

Rilke, Rainer Maria. The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge. Translated by Burton Pike, Penguin Classics, 2009.

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I’ve always tried to make a home for myself, but I have not felt at home in myself. I didn't know how to belong. Longing? Yes. Belonging? No.

— Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?

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𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

[ID: July 1. Too tired. END ID]

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Ocean Vuong, The Emperor of Gladness

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 — Letter from Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh (The Hague, 21 July 1882)

[text ID: Art is jealous, she does not like taking second place to an illness. Hence I shall humour her.]

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Victoria Chang, from "Untitled #5, 1998", With My Back to the World

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Czeslaw Milosz, tr. by Robert Haas, from “Late Ripeness”, Second Space: New Poems

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I have so much desire,  June 23, 1924 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]