Buried my Mom and Back to Work

I may sound callous, with sensitivities thrown out the window. Well, I am. All emotions drained after nearly a year of fear, financial struggles, restrained anger, deep love, regrets, and death knocking on our door—until it finally entered our home. Don't blame me. After all, we've stripped ourselves of humanness and become numb. Are we meant to recover from this? Is this just another social disease that demands a cure?

FUCK NO! IT IS WHAT IT IS. If it's a phase, I accept it. But right now, I don't care about anybody or anything at all, yes, it is possible. I just want to be left alone... with my editing.

The death of someone to whom you can never repay your debt with your life, imagine being left with that.