What do people do with all that time? I mean, people other than me. They must do something. All those nights and weekends for years and years. I can’t even imagine what I’m going to do with all that time. Don’t people get awfully tired after a while? I mean, won’t I get awfully tired? And is there something that makes it okay in the end? Is there something that makes it worth it, being so tired, going through all this?

The Myth of Sanity, Martha Stout (via sashayed)

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