A CONFESSION I’D NEVER TELL:                 I hate it when people tell me that they completely understand the pain I’m in because they didn’t have to feel their best friend’s tears soaking up their shirt while his dad was at home too drunk to even remember he had a family. And I hate it when people tell me that I shouldn’t exaggerate my sadness because they didn’t have their best friend die in their fucking arms and pretend that life was still beautiful in rosy hues because it is NOT FUCKING BEAUTIFUL.

Two days ago you called me at 3am in the morning and I should have picked up.