That is all I see. I feel wet and smothered, but I’m breathing. I’m not in unbearable pain. We crashed and I am still alive. There is darkness within me as well, one that is overwhelming me. For long moments, all I can think about is the loss of my parents. Their images bo...
I don’t see the point of it, not when I’m feeling as awful as I am. Sure, sometimes the release of such emotion can feel cathartic and maybe even makes you feel good—there is a reason people like to watch movies and read books that make them bawl their eyes out, after all—however I’ve never been ...
