please make it stop
I’m overwhelmed. I just want to shut down but there’s so much to do. I just want to hop on a pony and forget I have things to do. There’s so much to be done and everyone wants things from me all at once. I just want to shut down.
People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation.
— Diane Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale