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“Mornings seem forced to me. So much sadness rises up, I can’t bear it. I hate it, I really do. I’m an awful sight in the morning… mornings are torture” me too girl me too

Can’t tell if i enjoy relating so much to the narrator. It’s kind of like oof whenever I read something and am like “oh I’ve had that exact same thought” but then I read something really misogynistic and I have to also remind myself that while the narrator is a schoolgirl, she’s written by a suicidal Japanese man…

“Tomorrow will probably be another day like
today. Happiness will never come my way. I know that. But it’s probably best to go to sleep believing that it will surely come, tomorrow it will come.”

“I couldn’t stand it. The body had no connection to my mind, it developed on its own accord, which was unbearable and bewildering. It made me miserable that I was rapidly becoming an adult and that I was unable to do anything about it.”

“I cannot stand mornings because it seems I am always bleakly reminded of long-gone times, and people I used to know, and their presences feel eerily close, like the scent of pickled radish that you just can’t get rid of.”