This diagnosis can be done in about two lines. It doesn't engage anybody.

Am I a good person? Deep down, do I even really want to be a good person, or do I only want to seem like a good person so that people (including myself) will approve of me? Is there a difference? How do I ever actually know whether I'm bullshitting myself, morally speaking?

Stay conscious and alive, day in and day out.

There's a weird kind of paradox that the more expensive the vacation is, the more potentially anxiety-producing it is.

It is tragic and sad and chaotic and lovely. All life is the same, as citizens of the human State: the animating limits are within, to be killed and mourned, over and over again.

...Genuine pathological openness is about as seductive as Tourette's Syndrome.

The parts of me that used to think I was different or smarter or whatever, almost made me die.