I watch. I listen. You’re afraid. You’re so afraid of your own future, you’re hiding from it. You want to save her, but that doesn’t mean you’ve let yourself believe you can actually be with her. You’d rather run. You’d rather use insults and anger to reinforce those barriers you’ve built between yourself and the world. You’re mad. You’re so fucking mad, you can’t stand being around anyone most of the time. I see you, Kirsi. You suffer. But you are not alone.”
