since some people had told me that I was ugly, I always preferred shade to the sun, darkness to light
Charles BukowskiI wasnโt lonely. I experienced no self-pity. I was just caught up in a life in which I could ๏ฌnd no meaning.
Charles Bukowskiyour letters got sadder. your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all lovers betray. it didn't help. you said you had a crying bench and it was by a bridge and the bridge was over the river and you sat on the crying bench every night and wept for the lovers who had hurt and forgotten you.
Charles Bukowski