Credence

by Penelope Douglas

Small talk hurts.

Because life is only happy when it’s shared.

Everyone contemplates suicide at some point, even if it’s just for a minute. And one thing is usually the root cause. Loneliness.

We all acclimate. We learn, we resolve, we come around—it’s not that anything really gets easier or harder. We just get better at rolling with it.

Avoiding the bad means you risk avoiding the good, too,

it’s not abandonment when you’re an adult. It’s called leaving,