“I wake up in the morning and can’t get out of bed. I eat cereal without milk and make promises that I can’t keep. On Saturdays I make snow angels outside by myself and weep at the emptiness they contain; on Mondays I listen to Justin Vernon over and over again until my head goes numb. I’m so lonely, so very lonely. I can only love myself. I’m a mess, she said. And the other girl replied, No. You’re a perfectly imperfect human being, and that’s why I love you.”
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