His uncle has just passed away. I don’t know how the heck can he survive through this constant sea of sadness and depression. I don’t know how I am able to survive either.
Honestly, I should’ve felt terrible now. But it’s not that bad. Maybe because half of what I feel is also numbness.
Come on life. Give more of your shits to our life. We don’t really care. Maybe it will kill us. Maybe it will make us stronger. I don’t really give a shit.