Is absolutely necessary to commit suicide every so often. To run away from oneself, to lose oneself, to levitate, to fast, to feel empty, exhausted, in pain. Shedding, drinking, vomiting, bottoming out, fucking desperately and then, remember nothing. And later cling to the new life. Wear pastel colors, walk briskly and smile at the neighbors when they greet you down the stairs: -How are you, precious? - Fucking good, thanks!