nostalgia is such an ugly word for something so beautiful.
There's never anything quite like missing someone, rather like being glad when you see them except now you know what will happen when they go away.
It's like a removal from fear.
Over eaters eat because they cannot bear to be hungry but it's not even that, it's that they are afraid that they will be hungry.
Anorexics thrive on the feeling of hunger.
I don't know where I fall on that scale. Probably somewhere in between, like everybody else in the world. But that's not really true. I'm afraid I'm going to be hungry.
I'm terribly, desperately afraid.
My teacher said I was worried about survival, and I thought, 'isn't everybody?'
I know what I want.
I love the feeling of not having things.
It's like gluttony. all these flaws just keep mounting up. Greed. Sloth. But in the end, they're just such small problems.
You just have to keep saying to yourself over and over again, I'm like everybody else, and perhaps, they are like me.
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