The first time I met him, he stood before me, trembling. I asked what was wrong and he said, “Well… you see… I just tried to kill myself… but my gun wouldn’t work….”
I haven't lost myself. I'm growing up.
“I don’t think any of us knew how tired you were,” my friend said after I moved away. I didn't realize at first how right he was. When I arrived in Orlando, I thought I’d find a job right away, but in fact I stayed inside with the lights off and couldn’t move for days which … Continue reading I Was Tired