The drought must come to an end soon….I’m sure this is the cause of my current melancholia and general state of funkedom!
You know the world has gone mad when you son asks to be called, and will only answer to, Slartibartfast!
I can’t take anymore of this pain.
I can’t keep having sleepless nights and nightmares
My heart can’t handle the constant ache
My head can’t cope with the unsaid conversations
My eyes cant keep shedding the tears
I wish I was strong enough to commit suicide.
I completely understand that feeling especially right now
We had everything to say to each other, but no ways to say it.
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| — | Jonathan Safran Foer (via iibrahim) |
