How to Be Alone: If You Want To, and Even If You Don't

by Lane Moore

And unfortunately I was still a scared little kid who was programmed to merely survive and had no chill.

however fleeting, even if you eviscerated me in the end, I would still pick up the phone if you needed me. Because we meant something to each other once. And it confuses me and breaks my heart that no one else seems to think like that.