Hell was what you made it
Charles Bukowski, Pulp.
“It wasnt my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.”
“I killed four flies while waiting. Damn, death was everywhere. Man, bird, beast, reptile, rodent, insect, fish didn't have a chance. The fix was in. I didn't know what to do about it. I got depress...”
“Life wore a man out, wore a man thin.Tomorrow would be a better day.”
“Existence was not only absurd, it was plain hard work”
“I'm not dead yet, just in a state of rapid decay, who isn't?”
“I wasn't sleeping on the streets at night. Of course, there were a lot of good people sleeping in the streets. They weren't fools, they just didn't fit into the needed machinery of the moment. And ...”
“Inspirational quotes are only making you more miserable.”
“It was deeply a part of Lee's kindness and understanding that man's right to kill himself is inviolable, but sometimes a friend can make it unnecessary”
“The hardest thing about depression is that it is addictive. It begins to feel uncomfortable not to be depressed. You feel guilty for feeling happy.”