Pas de partir

I realized that telling everyone you're sad makes you less depressed.

I feel like my upper body's gonna burst. My shoulders feel constricted. My eyes are gonna pop out within the span of... feels like now. You can't cry all the time. Crying is the easiest way to release your sadness, anger. But there are times that you have to bear with the intensity, the pressure. Crazy. Maddening. Numbness.

I just want to squeeze everyone. And have everyone squeeze me 'til my last breath leaves my lungs, and I would no longer have to endure the terrifying truth.
Vous ne devez pas partir. You must not leave.

The clock is ticking. We've wasted a day.