hellogorey: My suicide reflects on no one, it just shows an inability of being. I can’t do this; too much work. My heart is heavy, full of lead, wasted years. I am so sorry. So sorry, I love you all. She is under supervision and is safe.
I wasn’t lonely. I experienced no self-pity. I was just caught up in a life...– Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski)