The cadence of suffering has begun. Every evening at dusk, my heart constricts until night has come.
No one ever lacks a good reason for suicide.
You don't remember days, you remember moments.
The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.
Every luxury must be paid for, and everything is a luxury, starting with being in this world.
If it were possible to have a life absolutely free from every feeling of sin, what a terrifying vacuum it would be.