Waiters will always pee in soup, people will always fall in love.
The cancer I don't have is everywhere now.
What do you do when your entire identity is destroyed in an instant? How do you cope when your whole life story turns out to bw wrong?
It's my petty fear of personal rejection that allows so many true evils to exist. My cowardice enables atrocities.
I am the child of a lunatic. Not a child of God.
Don't write about your most emotionally charged moment as a learning thing.