Parting is such sweet sorrow. So true. Its like
having a major hangover after the intoxication
wears off from last nights party. You feel
nauseous, dehydrated, wasted, and dry. Mush
suddenly loses meaning. Sweet-nothings translate
into one wordcrap. And like crap, you simply
flush it down the drain. You are left with nothing but
disillusionment. The world aint that great after all.
Everything becomes gray.