do we know if we have indescribable feeling of hollowness and apathy like we're desperately trying to love something rotten but can't stop because you've gotten this far didn't you ? You know it's sunk cost fallacy, but you're unable to stop. Come on, one more page wouldn't hurt, one more scene wouldn't kill you, one more stop one more stop one more stop why are doors not opening? You didn't even notice, anyway, today or is there gonna be just a little bit of snow ?








