Today is one of those days.

First book I looked at in Urban Outfitters. Opened up a random page and:

What was important I don’t know anymore. What happens when you see less and less the good and more and more the bad? Is that when you begin to die? I have this feeling of longing for something that will last. That will improve. The thought of improvement gives me hope. Without hope I won’t survive, I just want things to improve.


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