You know you’re fucked when those late night thoughts start hitting you in the middle of the day.
Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world.
nothing in the world can bother you as much as your own mind, i tell you. in fact, others seem to be bothering you, but it is not others, it is your own mind.