you hope that someday it will hurt enough to make you up and change your whole life but it doesn't work like that.

the banal drudgery eats away at you bit by bit until any energy you have left becomes a precious commodity that must be reserved for tasks like frying an egg or brushing your teeth.

it's then that you whisper to yourself "I cannot leave my parents a corpse" over and over again until it echos in your head.