People always mean well. They cluck their thick tongues and shake their heads and suggest, oh, so very delicately!
If someone’s always looking at you like you’ve done something wrong, talking to you like you’ve done something wrong, treating you like you’ve done something wrong, I mean, you start to believe that you’ve done something wrong!
Finding out what happened to this girl isn’t gonna make a difference to anyone. She’s still gonna be dead, you’re still gonna be sick, and I’m still gonna be who I am.
We’re all in our private traps, clamped in them, and none of us can ever get out. We scratch and claw, but only at the air, only at each other. And for all of it, we never budge an inch.