Sad are only those who understand.
|—||Arab proverb (via idontwantsex)|
I had no interests. I had no interests 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.
|—||Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye (via thelovelyloner)|