#9.

 

Xenocide- Orson Scott Card.

 

And I don't know why I keep trying.

Helplessness is overwhelming me in every single insignificant matter, no matter how insignificant, rending my thoughts incoherent and my feelings intangible, an ever ending swirl of emotions I try hard to control, to no avail. I assure myself that they are insignificant and they do not concern me in any way, but nevertheless, the fine distinction between caring and not caring seems to have faded, and no one looks between the lines anymore.

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