“…when I thought I had found happiness, it was only a trap to lure me into a greater misery… Whenever the golden apple fell into my hand, it was either poisoned or rotten at the core.
…my fate is being ruled by two different forces, one giving me all that I ask for, the other standing beside me tainting that gift, so that when I receive it, it is so worthless that i don’t want to touch it.”
- Strindberg, To Damascus
So pessimistic huh, I like. Hahaha.
4 years ago • Notes