This doesn’t get much easier. In the beginning it was drowning stabbing suffocating can’t breathe won’t breathe claustrophobic sadness now it’s freezing icy cold miserable surviving-but-barely sadness. I don’t understand it because I don’t want to stay here but I guess leaving still hurts.
THE RAVEN AND THE WRITING DESK
I haven't the slightest idea, said the Hatter.
