I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. It didn’t make for an interesting person. I didn’t want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone.
Charles Bukowski (via psych-facts)
Believe me, one day you’ll get tired of all of it and your brain will just tell you that you’ve had enough. There will be no tears, no pain, no second thoughts, and it’ll be easy for you to walk away. Because the truth is, you have been slowly walking away, a step at a time, every time he breaks your heart. And when the time comes that it’ll be easy, it’ll be because the door is already right behind you, all you’ll have to do is turn, open it and leave.