Don't Worry. Worry Is Useless. I Worried

The Problem Is Not Suffering Itself Or Oblivion Itself But The Depraved Meaninglessness Of These Things, The Absolutely Inhuman Nihilism Of Suffering.

If I Could Just Stay Alive For A Week, I’d Know The Unwritten Secrets Of Anna’s Mom And The Dutch Tulip Guy.

. . . Endlessness Is A Really Strange Idea In A Universe That Is Defined By Its Endings.

Because You're Only Thinking They-might-not-like-me-they-might-not-like-me, And Guess What? When You Act Like That, No One Likes You.

Even With Everything Broken And Decided Inside Her She Couldn't Quite Allow Herself To Disappear For Good.