Something I understood in the last two and a half years is the joy of celebrating one's downfall, or that of one's abode.
Does the sight of your world burning not make you roar with a hearty laugh? Celebrate it! Your world will surely burn again but never quite the same.
Save the bitterness you feel about the ships that aren't sinking quite as fast for the rats running towards them. Let the water fill your lungs slowly and playfully! Once the last alveolum is full of liquid, once your spark dies, only then will you know true bliss.
You are already dead, and the decay has set in a long time ago, no matter how much you are denying it, or cling to the stray pulses still animating your body. Revel, then, in the ultimate privilege of the dead: that of timeless oblivion.
Dead girls have no need for fear.
this is how i’ve been avoiding having an actual Mental Health Crisis during what’s been going on with the UK and also the world.