kazzheng
When he called me to visit him at the psychiatric ward, I had only felt a little numb. One of my closest friends, one of the most pivotal relationships in my life being confined to a space for insanity and instability seemed implausible, almost laughable. But it shook me, even after he left the ward. the remnants of his self when he was in those white rooms never left me.
I always thought it would be so grand if I could make someone fall in love with an object that I had carefully conceptualized and brought to life with my own hands.
Sometimes I thought -- no matter what he did, he did for himself.