People say that there is a closure. But I don't think there is one. That we're all just lying to ourselves claiming that we've "moved on" but really, we're only avoiding the pain and torture it brings to us every damned day. How would I be happy knowing the ones I cared about the most are gone and I didn't even get to say goodbye? Maybe not everyone's lives are as fucked up as mine. I probably deserved it anyways.