WHy is it so painful now to keep reminding myself of those moments? P.!! It is over for me. All my senses are messed up. I haven't been able to think for like eight days. I've been crying like a baby. I can't stand any place and, at the same time, I can't be bothered about leaving. I desire nothing and ask for nothing.
IT WOULD BE A LOT BETTER FOR ME TO GO FOREVER.