“I hate that I’m alone right now,” she furiously scribbled in the torn piece of paper.
“A part of me,” she added, “Is screaming and asking me to calm down. I’m a grown-up, supposedly an adult and I’m supposed to know how to deal with the stupid things that life throws at me.”
She paused for a moment, enough to notice that the ink from her pen was all over her face… all over her forehead, her nose and that deep hollow in her cheek.
“It’s not that you take away my pain,” she continued…
“It’s just that you make it easier to bear it.”