I felt this sensation that could only come about through a fiery grieving fury and a cold abyss of desolation being spun together. It was as though all of my cells were being electrified individually, and I started to get warm. But I also felt somewhat detached from my body and surroundings. I just can't stand it. I don't want to feel anything. If I'm going to be a ghost I might as well feel like one too. How cursed am I to have to exist in this world as a living ghost?