Why are there no names for the abscence of things? Why is there no name for the abscence of humanity?

I am not 'most' and I am not 'people'.

That's what people who love you do: they hold you and lie. They tell you that you're worthy, that everything will be all right, and they do that even when you both know without a doubt that this is not true, that is it nowhere near the truth.

Friends help friends fight pixies.

Losing people you love affects you. It is buried inside of you and becomes this big, deep hole of ache. It doesn't magically go away, even when you stop officially mourning.

We all have to feel empty sometimes.

It's hard to save the world when you can't save yourself