There's something special, I think, about some random separate person who has picked just the right words out of the constellation of vocabulary to describe a feeling or an experience that I have shared.
Someone did:
"I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning."
— Stephen Chbosky (The Perks of Being a Wallflower)
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