the best often die by their own hand just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody would ever want to get away from them
"Don't make me happy. Please, don't fill me up and let me think that something good can come of any of this. Look at my bruises. Look at this graze. Do you see the graze inside me? Do you see it growing before your very eyes, eroding me? I don't want to hope for anything anymore."
-The Book Thief.