What would you do when you are sad as fuck and you’re trying to keep yourself busy because you are seriously going nuts but nothing’s really helping? You are certain that if you stop doing something, you will just let all the hurt flow through your veins. Like your blood that ultimately passes through your heart, you also know that the pain you feel goes straight to it as well. But unlike your blood that just passes through it, the pain stays in your heart and you feel like there are thousand knives stabbing it and a thousand fists squeezing it at the same time. It is beyond physical hurt, it hurts your soul as hell. You feel like dying. But you can’t die either. You just continue living. And so do I.
As for me, I guess it’s time to meet an old friend.