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...набившиеся в вагон люди вторгаются в мое личное пространство и то и дело задевают меня за плечо или колено.

"...никакая работа не сравнится по важности с воспитанием ребёнка, но проблема в том, что это не ценится. Во всяком случае, в финансовом плане..."

Пиячити в потягу в понеділок неприпустимо, якщо ти не підтримуєш компанію.

They always go for you, the lonely ones, don't they? They make a beeline straight for you.

That's the thing I like most about it, having power over someone. That's the intoxicating thing.

I'd never realized, not until the last year or two of my life, how shaming it is to be pitied.

I have never understood how people can blithely disregard the damage they do by following their hearts.

Beautiful sunshine, cloudless skies, no one to play with, nothing to do. Living like this, [...] is harder when there is so much daylight, so little cover of darkness, when everyone is out and about, being flagrantly, aggressively happy. It's exhausting, and it makes you feel bad if you are not joining in.

The trick is to fool yourself into thinking that you’re headed somewhere: just pick a spot and set off towards it.

I want to drag knives over my skin, just so that I can feel something other than shame, but I’m not even brave enough to do that.

Who’s to say that once I run, I’ll find that isn’t enough? Who’s to say I won’t end up feeling exactly the way I do right now—not safe, but stifled? Maybe I’ll want to run again, and again, and eventually I’ll end up back by those old tracks, because there’s nowhere left to go.

I was a drinker anyway—I’ve always liked to drink. But I did become sadder, and sadness gets boring after a while, for the sad person and for everyone around them. And then I went from being a drinker to being a drunk, and there’s nothing more boring than that.

Fucking bitch. She’s a cuckoo, laying her egg in my nest. She has taken everything from me. She has taken everything and now she calls me to tell me that my distress is inconvenient for her?

But I have to do something, and at least this feels like action. All those plans I had—photography courses and cookery classes—when it comes down to it, they feel a bit pointless, as if I’m playing at real life instead of actually living it. I

I am not the girl I used to be. I am no longer desirable, I’m off-putting in some way. It’s not just that I’ve put on weight, or that my face is puffy from the drinking and the lack of sleep; it’s as if people can see the damage written all over me, can see it in my face, the way I hold myself, the way I move.

Не торкаюся пляшки вина та невеличких пляшечок джину попри те, що вони допомогли б мені заснути, попри те, що вони дозволять мені зісковзнути в тепле й затишне забуття.

Волію гуляти, доки не виснажуся, доки не втомлюся так, що навіть думати не захочеться. Можливо, тоді я зможу заснути.

Наскільки ліпшим було життя ревнивих п'яниць до виникнення електронної пошти, повідомлень та мобільних телефонів - до всіх цих електронних пристроїв та слідів, що вони залишають.

Вона відібрала в мене все. Вона все захапала, а тепер телефонує мені й звинувачує в тому, що мої страждання їй незручні?

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