i blog for girls who are umm relentlessly tormented. By the misery
ever since I was a little girl I’ve been a bitch
Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry dated 27 February 1929, featured in The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin: Vol. IV, 1927-1931
sometimes that sad feeling is due to low blood sugar, and sometimes it's from decades of history. not that complex
i think people should talk more about the unique sense of hopelessness which stems from the realization that “help” in the form myth promised you does not exist; there is no help coming and you must create from scratch the tools that will dismantle (or at least diminish) your own suffering, and do this not once but every day for the rest of your life
“I may think of you softly from time to time. But I’ll cut off my hand before I ever reach for you again.”
— Arthur Miller, The Crucible
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