Depression Is Not A Side

My Stomach Sank. Jp Had Come So Close. His Immigrant Parents Had Sacrificed So Much.

I'm Not Saying It Was Your Fault. I'm Saying It Wasn't Nice.

My Head Was Level With Hers As We Stared At Each Other From Opposite Sides Of The Glass. I Don't Remember How It Ended - If I Went To Bed Or She Did. In My Memory, It Doesn't End. We Just Stay There, Looking At Each Other, Forever.

Truth Resists Simplicity.

I Don't Think Your Missing Pieces Ever Fit Inside You Again Once They Go Missing.