Some days you just want to quit. Ignore all the phone calls and messages and just crawl into your shell and stay put. You’re alive but you’re not. You don’t function, you don’t respond. You don’t really care that you’re throwing away your future, because you are breathing yet not being alive.
Oh, death. Some days you wish hard that you’d never have to wake up. You just vanish. Vanish from this life as if you were never existed before. Everybody going on with their routines as usual, and you just.. Vanish.