"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)
Friday, July 06, 2012
today
Today I feel like a piece of shit. Like I just wanna lay down and fucking die. Yay Friday!
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