That time of day where life smacks me in the face and I'm not sure I want to exist anymore because I don't want to do anything except break my own heart with broken love stories and cry myself to sleep but Death sounds so incredibly difficult and sleep isn't a thing I can do because too many thoughts are all bundled up and idk I guess this is what happens when your rp partner decides to actually sleep that's probably something I should be doing but who cares?