Am I? Is it really because I forced myself into it?
I just don’t wish to think anymore, for everytime I think, a wave of sadness will swept me off again for days. What is the point of thinking anyway? Will that change anything? No, it won’t. I’d already accepted the fact and tried to continue living my life, as happily as I can, for there’s nothing more that I can do.
C’est la vie.