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― Margaret Atwood, You are Happy

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There's so much potential in you. Never forget that.

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― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

[text ID: The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.]

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Museo Nazionale Romano, Palazzo Altemps

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Fountain of the goddess Diana (Artemis), Royal Palace of Caserta: Reggia di Caserta, Italy.

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~ Jean Francois Bouro

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— Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath

[text ID: Outside it is warm and blue and April.]

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“In the abyss of my heart, there is a wrath I cannot quiet. It lurks, and with every breath threatens to sink down deeper and becomes entrenched within the fabric of my ego.”

Notes from my journal

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“I’m so sick of myself, rather be, rather be anyone else”

— Olivia Rodrigo, “Jealousy, Jealousy”

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Ghost world, Dave Benz

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“Never to go on trips with anyone you do not love.”

— Ernest Hemingway

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i often wish to tell someone how tormented i am. to ask them to talk to me and comfort me. but i know, nobody has words that i wish to hear. people comfort in their own way and i want to be comforted in ways they don't know. so i don't, i don't text my friends or call them. instead, i end up under the blankets and let sleep take care of the agony.

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are you?

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— February by Margaret Atwood