In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, who, squatting upon the ground, held his heart in his hands, and ate of it.
I said, "Is it good, friend?" "It is bitter--bitter," he answered; "But I like it, because it is bitter. And because it is my heart."
Anonymous said: To whom it may concern, although I am in my mid-20s, I often wish I was old, so that the stress and responsibility of being an adult was over and done with. I read somewhere that this is a sign of depression. How can I nip this in the bud?
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