Depression...
quinta-feira, 19 de julho de 2012 | quinta-feira, julho 19, 2012 | 0 Rain[s]
I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go. Suicide? Jesus Christ, just more work. I felt like sleeping for five years but they wouldn’t let me.
Ham on Rye / Charles Bukowski