I’m feeling frozen.

There’s a solid block of tears pressing on my heart, crushing it slowly.

And I’m scared to defrost.

No, I don’t want to just take something upon myself, or hear passionate eulogies, or work to accept His will, or praise our nation.

I don’t want to absorb, to digest, to try to understand.

Because if I don’t process, then I don’t have to move on.

I hate Moving On.

How does everyone else always seem to be able to react appropriately?

What’s wrong with me?