I don’t like morning people. Or mornings. Or people.

“Now everything I’d achieved in my first twenty-one years of life—connections I’d forged, status I’d earned, talent I’d nurtured, possessions I’d acquired, and traits I’d developed—were at the mercy of a death wish that negated it all.”

— from ‘Notes of a Crocodile’ by Qiu Miaojin

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