fairy_drowning

"I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself."

"I am more broken down than recovered. An empty vessel, still intact yet already in the dust among the broken fragments; or already in fragments yet still ranged among those that are intact. Full of lies, hate, and envy. Full of incompetence, stupidity, thickheadedness. Full of laziness, weakness, and helplessness."

"A university degree, four books and hundreds of articles and I still make mistakes when reading. You wrote me "Good morning" and I read it as "I love you".

"You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love–I love–I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on."

"And I close my eyes to gaze into those depths, and am almost engulfed in you."

"Books are a narcotic."

"Milk, rolls and chocolate."

"Forget everything. Open the windows. Clear the room. The wind blows through it. You see only its emptiness, you search in every corner and don’t find yourself."

"I wish you a pleasant Sunday, amiable parents, delicious food, long walks, a clear head."

"If I could drown in sleep as I drown in fear I would be no longer alive."

It reads:

Franz wrong, F wrong, Yours wrong/ nothing more, calm, deep forest.

"I don't feel particularly proud of myself. But when I walk alone in the woods or lie in the meadows, all is well."

"A brief nap, then a bowl of milk."

"However I will now drink my milk and go to sleep. Keep well."

"I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself."

Sunday. I stayed in bed until 12:30, was tolerable, and I spent the afternoon pleasantly, walking, lying in the grass, drinking milk, and reading.

[TEXT ID: Yours

(now I'm even losing my name—it was shorter and shorter all the time and is now: Yours) END ID]

"My heart is a little heavy."