My soul hurts. My brain is experiencing so many emotions that I can’t even physically emote. I can’t cry no matter how much I want to. A part of me feels angry at myself for not being able to cry. Words cannot express what I’m feeling now. Nothing can. Moonbin was among the handful of pillars holding me together, a lit candle in the abyss I spiral down every other day due to my worsening mental health. They suggest suicide, but I have my doubts. Regardless, he was gone too soon. This is the most I could muster up.
I’m sorry Moonbin. I’m sorry for not shedding tears. May you find a better place. Thank you for everything.
-R