Write Rat

"But I wasn't crying because I was sad. I guess I was crying because we had nowhere else to go, no choice but to go on living in this world. Crying because we had no other world to choose, and crying at everything before us, everything around us."

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“I have a very childlike rage, and a very childlike loneliness.”

“I used to analyze myself down to the last thread, used to compare myself with others, recalled all the smallest glances, smiles and words of those to whom I’d tried to be frank, interpreted everything in a bad light, laughed viciously at my attempts ‘to be like the rest’ –and suddenly, in the midst of my laughing, I’d give way to sadness, fall into ludicrous despondency and once again start the whole process all over again – in short, I went round and round like a squirrel on a wheel.”

“It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere.”

"When I thought about the idea of spending the rest of my life like this – going through my days in a fog of anxiety and fear – I felt so depressed I could have laid down on the ground and gone to sleep right then and there."

"I am alone in my room, between two worlds."

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