I remembered my twenty years of growing up in agony and discovered that it wasn't so bad and that I actually had a great time so now I love everything and everybody because all of the pain is gone.
Words are hollow. Eyes are deceiving. Thoughts are far fetched. Illusions are broken. Looks mean nothing. Expressions can be fake. Emotions are assassins. Senses don't work. Heart stops beating. Light turns into darkness. Does this mean I am dead?