The best kind of humans are the ones who stay.
I could feel myself slowly going insane until nothing mattered anymore and caring was too difficult and feeling was too much and the smallest whisper would feel like an echo into the abyss and I was falling falling falling. And it wasn’t even sadness after a while. It was just overwhelming. It wasn’t even a tangible emotion. It was just nothing and the desperate desire to stop feeling it. — Sue Zhao