|—||Charles Bukowski (via doyousea)|
"Have you ever lost the hunger? You seem like someone who consumes everything and delights in it all. But have you ever lost it, for even a period of time? If so, how did you get it back? Is the hunger of discovery and experience something that can be taught or practiced without being born with…
It was not you I wanted, per se. I waited for you but it was all in vain. I know you hated when I talked to other guys but, ultimately, your inability to fill the void that remains from life left me feeling the worst kind of lonely. It hurts to breathe. I was worried you might notice if you looked into my eyes, so I always laughed. You loved that, my hollow laugh that echoed sadness but you never noticed. It is too much. Before you left empty words spilled from your lips ‘I will miss you’. Don’t miss me because I don’t miss you.
P.S I fucking hate scrambled eggs for dinner, I think I threw up my will to date you
You know what sucks? When you see this post while mind numbingly scrolling through the bullshit of the 21st century. It’s like a punch to the stomach and I draw a short, sharp breath because whatever you have going on is the furthest thing away from this, honey.
That my friends is shit.