Do you hear when I scream, when I cry out from pain? Do you see me bleed? See me shatter? Do you get so close to saying something and then change your mind? Do you type something and the delete it immediately? Do you feel like glass?
Well cool, we have something in common.
You’ll all cry for me one day. But you won’t really cry for me. You’ll cry out of your own sorrow. You’ll be so sad that your little psychologist left you. “What will I do now?” you think. Not “I can’t believe she is gone. It’s terrible that we made her feel so bad that […]