Each day is starting to take a thousand years. I hate to say it, but it hurts to get through the day. I don't think I'd be able to without my meds.
Life was going by so fast, and then all of a sudden, it wasn't. To me, it felt like it had stopped for a while. It didn't. Obviously, for the people who didn't know him, life went on as usual.
I wish they didn't, honestly. I wish that maybe I would have been alright.
How can someone not notice when the world lost some of its shine?
