After being depressed for so long and nothing could help… one day, just like that, there was a switch flipped, and I was fine… I still feel all that I feel, but everything has become so unreal and detached like they aren’t mine any more. Only a slim sadness lingers. Perhaps this is the feeling of a dying heart.
This is life. Unfortunately, I am one of those that will go this way, perhaps till the end, or until another split of the river.
But even in this broken mess, she’s there. I guess she always will be.