On Sundays Kafka goes for walks by himself, without any objective, without thinking. He says, ‘Every day I wish myself off the earth. There is nothing wrong with me except myself.’

From a note by Max Brod, early 1911 (via easymomentsandobsession)

started off the first of the month masturbating and crying!
it’s gunna b a september to remember!!! lets get this money!!!!