bullshit.

Sometimes you need to sleep, sleep a lot. Not to escape, but to rest your soul from your feelings. Because everything, absolutely everything devours you. Completely.

"I don't even feel anything anymore, I'm just immersed in the stillness of my own thoughts."

He grew flowers in the darkest parts of me, they died when he left.

“A friend may be very dear; but we don’t know how dear until he is gone: let him go for ever, and the sorrow is almost greater than we can bear.”

“I loved you in a way I wished someone would love me.”

“Then there’s the kind of zombie I’ve become now: the one who has lost everything- his brain, his heart, his light, his direction. He wanders the world, bumping into this, tripping over that, but keeps going and going. That is life after death.”