The feeling equivalent to being dragged behind your stolen car 50 km/h on a dirt road in your underwear while your family is being shot, your girlfriend breaks up with you, you're losing your job and hair and the nails you ate yesterday are finding alternative ways of exiting your body.
It felt bård.
I only survived, because i was able to concentrate getting one foot in front of the other instead of the bård.
I wanted to kill myself because of the bård.
Fuck the king, i wish he was bård