Status Updates From Damian

“I simply did what I had to do, because I had no idea what to do with myself otherwise” (pg. 65). Poor Sinclair is drowning, his only refuge is the bottle and it’s destroying his mental health. This is what happens when you send an extremely depressed young man with severe identity issues away to boarding school as a hope that it will “fix” him. I expect nothing less from pre-war Germany.

“…Beck very much wanted me to confess to having slept with girls. This was out of my league. I hadn’t experienced anything, certainly nothing worth telling. And what I had felt, what I had constructed in imagination, ached within me but had not been loosened or made communicable by the wine.” Okay dawg we know what you are😭😭