If you've ever felt alone, in love with someone you couldn't have; if you've ever felt desperate, trapped in the minutiae of the middle class; if you've ever broken a fingernail, desperate to light a cigarette with a lighter that won't light: there is some part of you that is in hell. These are letters to you, from you, from someone who knows that pain and knows that it is not only his or yours.
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