Does anyone else over the age of 16 still hide in bathroom stalls when they want to be alone and don’t have a place?
This time of the semester is hell. Divorce is hell. Anxiety has sloshed over into boredom and a general distaste for talking to other humans (besides Daddy!).
i’m very, very tired of people that are so damaged that they can’t trust anyone, or have no empathy skills, or can’t hold a conversation, etc. The Buddhist in me knows they’re suffering, and i know it’s, by and large, not their fault. It’s sadness. But right now, it’s also a personal frustration.
— Charles Bukowski, Let it Enfold You (via perfect)