It’s sad, really. I hate that people have to feel this way, especially at such young ages. I’m sorry. I really I am. And there really isn’t shit I can do for anyone accept say that I truly feel you. The problem with pain is that there is no magic gauge. My wonderful mother dying might affect me the same way getting an F on final paper might affect anyone else. We can’t know. And we can’t judge. I know what it is to hurt, and I’m sorry that other people have to feel the way I do, or worse than I do, most of […]
