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8:47pm
September 16, 2014
I hurt so much that I would trade anything for relief, do anything, hurt anyone. I remember the day I tried to make a deal with the devil: how stupid I felt, how I cried to know there was no Satan to help me, how there was only the medication they’d give me when I couldn’t pretend I didn’t need it anymore. Which I tried to do all the time; I hated how much I needed all the help they gave me, hated needing to call the nurse, hated feeling like my greatest success would be in making childhood my permanent condition.
— John Darnielle, Wolf in White Van, pg. 100
I’m almost halfway through this novel already but this stuck out for me in such a profound way I had to post it.
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