Friendship feels to me like one more maintenance duty, not the resting place it ought to be.
Death feels like a very kind option
I don't know how to slow down–mind or body, and I wish so badly that someone would show me.
Death feels like a soft and slow choice
Everything feels like static around me, I'm just moving through it.
Death seems like a very quiet sleep
I don't know why I'm like this.
Death feels like something I don't have to know.
It feels like anger is building in me, but I don't know why I'm angry or who I'm angry at.
Death seems like quite a peaceful sort of thing.
I don't know what it feels like to be happy
Death feels like somewhere it won't matter
I think I might be faking things.
Death feels like I won't have to pretend.
I feel like I'm trying really hard, but it's making me worse.
Death feels like the striving would be over.
My life feels like a long line of unfocused vision.
Death feels like a blank canvas.