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i will eat up ANYTHING this woman writes

"He seemed a little cowed by this remark. He toyed with the drawstring of his swimming shorts contemplatively and then sighed. Rob struck me as someone attuned to his own limitations, and fundamentally maybe even a decent person. JP was squeamish and shocked by everything. He left the room at any mention of my illness, of the notion of mortality, or of blood or any other bodily fluids"

"Whenever I came down to the beach with the others I could feel his attention move toward me like the tightening of a string that no one else knew about"

Since childhood I had always looked for external factors to validate my pre-existing feelings of emptiness.

I felt like a stranger to myself, like I was no longer living my life but instead being propelled through it by interesting forces beyond my control

Housework, its impermanence and repetition, its continual undoing by others every day, became the concrete representation of every unhappiness in my life. Nothing I did stayed done.

"The inside of Evan’s mouth haunted me, like the prospect of material wealth." sally, this is weird

Housework, its impermanence and repetition, its continual undoing by others every day, became the concrete representation of every unhappiness in my life. Nothing I did stayed done.