I wish I were Sylvia Plath or someone more dramatically articulate, but all I can say is I am losing it. LOSING IT. I feel like a violin string being twanged from being tuned too tightly. Turn. Screech. Turn. Screech. It must not be astrologically in my favor lately, because things keep going wrong in such rapid succession that I’m like, “SERIOUSLY?” It’s almost to the sublime.
“I am awfully greedy; I want everything from life. I want to be a woman and to be a man, to have many friends and to have loneliness, to work much and write good books, to travel and enjoy myself, to be selfish and to be unselfish… You see, it is difficult to get all which I want. And then when I do not succeed I get mad with anger.”—Simone De Beauvoir (via disaffectedsoul)