It’s unbelievably hard to live, when 17 hours out of 24 this voice inside your head whispers «Dont think about her… Don’t think about her» but your heart keeps bringing back her look, her voice, her scent to your head.
There is no escape.
You are constantly torn apart by this struggle between heart and mind.
At some point you are on the edge, you can’t stand this pressure. And you’re start looking for a safe place, where you can quietly explode, stealthned from everyone…