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Why do I have to cry within these four walls? I like to dress well because then people are nicer to me. I could use some niceness around me all the time. I want to scream. It aches. Everything aches. I'm so tired. What an utterly fucking pointless experiment — this human consciousness!
I want to pause this. Someone, anyone, how do I stop feeling these feelings. How come no one ever thought of a better word for it? Feelings? Really? It's perhaps the one thing that almost all art is fuelled by and none of us came up with a better substitute?