God doesn’t ask if we accept this life, there’s no choice, life is forced upon us. The only choice is how you live it, or not. That’s a choice as well.
Geez, I feel her. Deep blue is like you know people who care about you are there for you, but couldn’t find a reason to live. It’s like eating your freaking comfort food and cry in silence. It’s like you acknowledge what you are suffering from is a rather vulgar and ordinary infatuation. Yet you are incapable to return to your sanity.