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Feeling like you're too much is honestly one of the worst feelings to possibly exist. It just feels like you need to stop being yourself and existing all together. It's like you crawl out of your own skin and laugh in disgust at what remains, it's pathetic. And so saddening.
I fucking hate myself i fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself i fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself i fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself i fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself I fucking hate myself
—Anaïs Nin, "The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934"
So I keep it, to myself— and it hurts.
Sylvia Plath
— Fyodor Dostoevsky (via lunamonchtuna)
how do people endure this world without constantly feeling like they have to burst into tears
Nikolay Punin, from a diary entry featured in The Diaries of Nikolay Punin: 1904 - 1953
Solitude
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
endless, tiresome pursuit
Fernando Pessoa, from The Book of Disquiet
Text ID: Everything in me tends to go on to become something else. My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me. I attend to everything, dreaming all the while…
Fernando Pessoa, an excerpt from “The Book of Disquiet”
