"I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often."
— Charles Bukowski (Tales of Ordinary Madness)
Thursday, February 02, 2012
really?
Two woman who claim to love me... tore me apart today. Treated me like utter dogshit. I don't understand. I am not so terrible.... am I?
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