If only I knew what I wanted I could try to see about getting it.

Love is the bone and sinew of my curse.

I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?

Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.

So much working, reading, thinking, living to do. A lifetime is not long enough. Nor youth to old age long enough. Immortality and permanence be damned. Sure I want them, but they are nonexistent, and won't matter when I rot underground. All I want to say is: I made the best of a mediocre job. It was a good fight while it lasted. And so life goes.

If I rest, if I think inward, I go mad.

I have taken a pill to kill The thin Papery feeling.