"I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn´t have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I 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
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Tanto desânimo e pessimismo...não gosto.
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