When you're so tired it hurts to breath, and yet sleep eludes you, are sleeping pills ethical?
When the changes you've been trying to make for three years aren't happening, is giving up allowed?
Why are tears equated with sorrow? Dry eyes are much more despairing.
Is being afraid someone won't remember you a good reason not to call the person who means the world to you?
Is hate really a reason, or just and excuse not to live?
But anyways, I'm blabbering. Shut me up.