It was too much. The comfortable people made comfortable jokes about weather and things but I sat mostly silent saying a word or so when necessary a word or so trying to hide from them the fact that I was a fool and feeling terrible And I was numb, numb again, numb again again and again, numbness and pain swelling in me.
Charles BukowskiThey laughed. Things were funny. They weren't afraid to care. There was no sense to life, to the structure of things.
Charles Bukowski