Something else is hurting you - that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.
— Charles Bukowski (via sleepingliketheresnotomorrow)
I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.
— unknown (via underage-thinking)