Everyone knows what its like. This feeling is not something new. We may describe it differently and let it show differently, but really, its still there within us. You know the feeling, right? Like someone's taken out your heart, scraped the insides clean and filled it with pain, raw and sharp and inescapable as it beats its way through every vein. Waking up in the morning, you think, alright. I can do this. And the rest of the day proves to you over and over that you can't. You somehow find yourself entertaining thoughts of 'what if'. What if I died today? What if I left and never came back? What if no one noticed? You wonder if anyone else is there, in dark corridors parallel to yours, walking in a straight line, in circles. Every wreck and bleeding wound just going by in a haze, shrugged off. These things happen. Mostly to me and for no reason but one moves on. One learns to move on. If you stop to think or even to stop thinking, everything comes crashing down around you, buckling under the weight of the worry of the world. Things begin to melt, like chocolate sculptures in the sun, forming muddy puddles around you until the landscape is nothing but a still, quiet sea.

What do you mean, you 'don't know what I'm talking about'? I thought you said it happens to everyone, that everyone gets sad sometimes and that I should get over it. I thought you spoke from experience.