Having tried many times, having seen many such ends as well, the stunnedness always feels the same, no matter what the reason is. Turning point, I think. Too many voices in the head to make ways for. Too many questions already figured and too many to ask.
But, at this time, what assures me of some comfort are usual blankets in an usual bed. Just another night I didn't really wait for but now don't want to let go of! Feels heavy, the weight of the constant thinking. But what lets me surrender myself to the bed seem, surprisingly, the lyrics from Guitar class that come randomly to mind..
Do you know what's worth fightin' for, when it's not worth dyin' for..?