““I thought that when someone dies, a person changes. I thought you'd lose your sense of being judged and caring about this judgement; I thought you'd hold life in the palm of your hand and dance and water it with rain. I thought you'd be able to dance in a crowd and laugh. But I was wrong. I am insecure, more than I was before. I take things for granted. I'm angry, mean, judgmental, critical, bitter and quick to assume. I am lethargic. I despise all around me. And then some days, I feel normal.””
