“Whenever someone does something nice for me, I feel intensely aware of how strange and sad it is to know someone.”
―
Emily R. Austin,
Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
“I feel simultaneously intensely insignificant and hyperaware of how important everyone is.” ― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
“I find it so bizarre that I occupy space, and that I am seen by other people.” ― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
“Of course I’m a fraud. The fact that I’m able to carry myself through life without being crushed beneath the psychological weight of being alive proves that I’m a con artist. Aren’t we all con artists?” ― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
“Everything matters so much and so little; it is disgusting.” ― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
“My mother had a baby, and her mother had a baby, and her mother had a baby. Every woman in my family before me lived to have a baby—just so that baby could grow up to have another baby. If I don’t have a baby, then all of those women reproduced just so that I could exist. I am the final product. I am the final baby.” ― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
“I came to the realization that every moment exists in perpetuity regardless of whether it’s remembered. What has happened has happened; it occupies that moment in time forever. I was an eleven-year-old girl lying in the grass one summer. I knew in that moment that was true and recognized that I would blaze through moments for the rest of my life, forgetting things, and becoming ages older, until I forgot everything—so I consoled myself by committing to remember that one moment.” ― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
“I wonder if anyone really identifies as the adult they’ve morphed into. I remember being sixteen and feeling eleven. I remember thinking, how could I be a teenager? I remember finishing high school and thinking, am I grown now? Is this what it feels like? I feel the same as I did before.” ― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
“It’s strange people don’t like how their bodies look. It’s strange we waste any of our time concerning ourselves with how our skin drapes over our bones or how fat cultivates.” ― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
“I feel so profoundly inside of myself, I can't stand it.” ― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
“I can't muster the energy required to be a positive part of anyone's life. I can't even muster the energy to apologize for that.” ― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
“I have chosen happiness. Out of all the emotions set out on the table, I have selected it. It is by far the superior option. It’s insane to think I would have ever picked one of those shittier emotions before—when all the while, I could have chosen shiny, shimmering, iridescent happiness.” ― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
“I asked myself, “Is there anything I want right now?” and then answered “fries.” I therefore decided to buy the fries instead of killing myself because that seemed logical. You shouldn't kill yourself when you still want to eat.” ― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
“I wish that I find something distracting enough to occupy my mind with thoughts unrelated to the futility of my existence, or that I die in the least disruptive way possible for my family.” ― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
“I wonder what it's like to be him. To vocalize the stupid thoughts he has without considering how others will interpret them. He just fumbles happily throughout his day, saying whatever he is compelled to - while I am over here laboring to produce appeasing facial expressions.” ― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
“Sometimes I wonder if I have really been the same person my whole life. I stare at the picture, and think: Is that really me? I have this bizarre feeling like I was a different person at every other stage of my life. I feel so removed from myself then. Sometimes I feel like I was a different person a month ago. A day. Five minutes. Now.” ― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
“I am still waiting for the happiness I chose to kick in.” ― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
“I never know how to answer that question because I don't feel like I am out. I feel like I am in a constant state of coming out, and like I always will be. I have to come out every time I meet someone.” ― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
“I am thinking about how enormous my thighs look pressed down on the concrete, while simultaneously thinking about how small I am in the grand scheme of things.” ― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
“I feel simultaneously intensely insignificant and hyperaware of how important everyone is.” ― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
“I find it so bizarre that I occupy space, and that I am seen by other people.” ― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
“Of course I’m a fraud. The fact that I’m able to carry myself through life without being crushed beneath the psychological weight of being alive proves that I’m a con artist. Aren’t we all con artists?” ― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
“Everything matters so much and so little; it is disgusting.” ― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
“My mother had a baby, and her mother had a baby, and her mother had a baby. Every woman in my family before me lived to have a baby—just so that baby could grow up to have another baby. If I don’t have a baby, then all of those women reproduced just so that I could exist. I am the final product. I am the final baby.” ― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
“I came to the realization that every moment exists in perpetuity regardless of whether it’s remembered. What has happened has happened; it occupies that moment in time forever. I was an eleven-year-old girl lying in the grass one summer. I knew in that moment that was true and recognized that I would blaze through moments for the rest of my life, forgetting things, and becoming ages older, until I forgot everything—so I consoled myself by committing to remember that one moment.” ― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
“I wonder if anyone really identifies as the adult they’ve morphed into. I remember being sixteen and feeling eleven. I remember thinking, how could I be a teenager? I remember finishing high school and thinking, am I grown now? Is this what it feels like? I feel the same as I did before.” ― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
“It’s strange people don’t like how their bodies look. It’s strange we waste any of our time concerning ourselves with how our skin drapes over our bones or how fat cultivates.” ― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
“I feel so profoundly inside of myself, I can't stand it.” ― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
“I can't muster the energy required to be a positive part of anyone's life. I can't even muster the energy to apologize for that.” ― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
“I have chosen happiness. Out of all the emotions set out on the table, I have selected it. It is by far the superior option. It’s insane to think I would have ever picked one of those shittier emotions before—when all the while, I could have chosen shiny, shimmering, iridescent happiness.” ― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
“I asked myself, “Is there anything I want right now?” and then answered “fries.” I therefore decided to buy the fries instead of killing myself because that seemed logical. You shouldn't kill yourself when you still want to eat.” ― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
“I wish that I find something distracting enough to occupy my mind with thoughts unrelated to the futility of my existence, or that I die in the least disruptive way possible for my family.” ― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
“I wonder what it's like to be him. To vocalize the stupid thoughts he has without considering how others will interpret them. He just fumbles happily throughout his day, saying whatever he is compelled to - while I am over here laboring to produce appeasing facial expressions.” ― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
“Sometimes I wonder if I have really been the same person my whole life. I stare at the picture, and think: Is that really me? I have this bizarre feeling like I was a different person at every other stage of my life. I feel so removed from myself then. Sometimes I feel like I was a different person a month ago. A day. Five minutes. Now.” ― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
“I am still waiting for the happiness I chose to kick in.” ― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
“I never know how to answer that question because I don't feel like I am out. I feel like I am in a constant state of coming out, and like I always will be. I have to come out every time I meet someone.” ― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
“I am thinking about how enormous my thighs look pressed down on the concrete, while simultaneously thinking about how small I am in the grand scheme of things.” ― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
