My worst habit is my fear & my destructive rationalizing.

I said: I must remember this, being small.

God, if ever I have come close to wanting to commit suicide, it is now, with the groggy sleepless blood dragging through my veins, and the air thick and gray with rain ... I fell into bed again this morning, begging for sleep, withdrawing into the dark, warm, fetid escape from action, from responsibility. No good.

I felt the mask crumple, the great poisonous store of corrosive ashes begin to spew out of my mouth.

I need not to be more with others, but to be more & more deeply, richly alone. Recreating worlds.

Is there no way out of the mind?

Hurl yourself at goals above your head and bear the lacerations that come when you slip and make a fool of yourself. Try always, as long as you have breath in your body, to take the hard way–and work, work, work to build yourself into a rich, continually evolving entity.