"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 16, 2012
well...
Everythings terrible. Things are falling apart all around me in everybodys world. I hate all this.
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