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started reading Prozac Nation over the weekend, got up to about page 47 (it was Jane's book, not mine), was not at all amazed at how I already completely understood what Elizabeth Wurtzel was saying. if I were in possession of the book I'd include an excerpt, depression doesn't seem so much like painfully pretentious, melodramatic self-centered bullshit when someone else is talking about it. fuck fuck fuck
I am also reading Candide. it doesn't help out my mentality very much. the philosopher Pangloss who thinks that this world is "the best of all possible worlds," crazy like Leibniz, got hanged. just because! and Candide keeps running into many rather unfortunate circumstances, which makes him doubt Pangloss's theory. until he remembers that despite all the bad things that happen in the world, he still has his love Mademoiselle Cunegonde to look forward to. but not everyone has a plump baroness's daughter (or the relative equivalent) in their life.
the only song that keeps playing is
It's safe to say, candle
Tonight's the day, candle
It's alright now, candle
The wind's away, candle
noooooooo, it's not
I am also reading Candide. it doesn't help out my mentality very much. the philosopher Pangloss who thinks that this world is "the best of all possible worlds," crazy like Leibniz, got hanged. just because! and Candide keeps running into many rather unfortunate circumstances, which makes him doubt Pangloss's theory. until he remembers that despite all the bad things that happen in the world, he still has his love Mademoiselle Cunegonde to look forward to. but not everyone has a plump baroness's daughter (or the relative equivalent) in their life.
the only song that keeps playing is
It's safe to say, candle
Tonight's the day, candle
It's alright now, candle
The wind's away, candle
noooooooo, it's not