“When someone you love dies, and you’re not expecting it, you don’t lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time – the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes – when there’s a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she’s gone, forever – there comes another day, and another specifically missing part.”—John Irving (via decrepito)
It’s like you want to be left alone but at the same time you want someone’s attention. You don’t feel like putting effort into a conversation. Your mind is occupied with so much junk that you don’t even know what exactly it is that you’re thinking about. Yeah, that mood sucks.