The first time someone asks about the person not knowing they died.
You watch the person die again in the face of their person you broke the news to.
They were alive to them. Then they died to them.
You remember when that happened to you and it feels like the first day again.
Nobody actually likes you when you're depressed. We can talk all day about mental health and how important it is, but the moment you are depressed, people start to distance themselves. They just see you as negative, a burden, and someone too heavy to handle.
I won’t shut up about this, pancreatic cancer kills a person in 4 months btw, it’s resistant to radiotherapy, and fucks two essential parts of the metabolism. this could change the world