How many "I fucking hate my life"s / day is too many?
From Cioran's Pe culmile disperării (not my emphasis #librarybooks):
Because thinking / knowing that others have it way, way worse never helps.
(Reading Cioran, especially at this age, always feels a bit embarrassing. I mean, I'd be embarrassed to quote from his writing in a more formal text. I might be wrong, but I get the feeling Romanian intellectuals view his writing as teenage-y. At the same time: American writers I admire read and quote from Cioran and there's no shame about it. În fine / whatevs.)