If you don't talk to people you can't possibly like them.

My health is a constant issue of my views on living or dying. When things become exceptionally horrible, I sway towards death rather than life. It is at times

Gone.

Heather is gone.

I don't like any of them when their mouths open to speak and nothing sensical comes out

Don't worry.
I'm just falling apart.


No big deal.
Especially if I start crying.