@-bezprawie it's fine, don't be. Right now it's just emptiness inside me, nothing to be sorry about. Yet death is a part of us. I'll be with her soon anyway. Also have too many words to throw out. Broken will never be the way it was before but it may come back stronger, right? The experiences... The life we feel. It all forms who we are. I might be broken, you might be too. But it'll all be better, why feel sorry if we couldn't have any impact. I'm close to crying but in the end what's the point. And this is just a senseless monologue so feel free to ignore my words.
