I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often.by Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness (via kates-)
i really fucking hate that every single day all i do is feel guilty about what i eat and how many calories i’ve consumed and burnt off.