One of Our Own
I sat in bed this morning and cried over someone I have never met. The world is full of things that I will never understand. I know what it’s like to look up into the dark ceiling of my bedroom and think, “There is no point to me being here anymore,” but I don’t know what it’s like to live with those kind of feelings constantly in your head. It’s a sort of loneliness I can’t comprehend, and it breaks…