I Want to Die but I Want to Eat Tteokbokki

I’d like you not to give too much credit to what people say about you. The moment you set out to be more empathic is the moment it becomes a chore. That would result in your empathy decreasing, if anything. It’s good not to fake interest in things you’re not interested in.

‘If you want to be happy, you mustn’t fear the following truths but confront them head-on: one, that we are always unhappy, and that our sadness, suffering and fear have good reasons for existing. Two, that there is no real way to separate these feelings completely from ourselves.’

– Une Parfaite Journée Parfaite by
Martin Page

Unable to return to feeling hot or cold, to be numb within a state of room temperature. In that state, we’re nothing better than dead.

Togetherness means altruism, and altruism is what saves us from selfishness. Because it begins with me and ends with everyone.

There are days when I wish I were numb, when I’m desperate to feel nothing.

All beginnings and endings feel so heavy to me.

I’m afraid of adults (despite my having become one)

I often look for books that are like medicine, that fit my situation and my thoughts, and I read them over and over again until the pages are tattered, underlining everything, and still the book will have something to give me. Books never tire of me.

Criticising myself isn’t going to make me a cleverer person suddenly.

I can’t suddenly become like the people I envy. That would be truly impossible. The only way for me to become a better person is to go my way little by little, as tedious as that can be.