occurs to me to ask how you can write so much without saying "pain", "life" or "distress." I hate that stupid dehumanization. That act without root. That awful shedding of most vital and important.
... I almost cried because I felt that I too had entered the absurdity of the work gear and the roles and I had taken my time. Because after all my time is mine and I should be master to spend and spend it according to my mood. I mean, I spent the morning looking for supporting roles to let me steal my time in peace. The truth: work for a living is even more stupid to live. I wonder who invented the term "livelihood" as a synonym for "work." Where is that idiot.
... hurts my heart. So alone so much desire. And the family haunting, horrible burden weighing heavily with their daily problems. But I do not see. It is as if there were. Sorry, when I close an approximation of annoying shadows. Indeed, almost all people annoy me. I mourn. I do. I cry because there is no magical beings. Be not afraid of my name or look ningín. Everything is possible and meaningless.
not even want to commit suicide but to sleep and never wake up.
Pizarnik, Daily
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