My
life happens to, on occasion, suck beyond the telling of it.
Sometimes more than I can handle. And it’s not just mine.
Every single person down there is ignoring your pain because
they’re too busy with their own. The beautiful ones. The
popular ones. The guys that pick on you. Everyone. If you could
hear what they were feeling. The loneliness. The confusion. It
looks quiet down there. It’s not. It’s
deafening.
