I was used to the way they made me feel:
Broken. Used. Worthless.
A piece of meat that was to their liking for the night. For their convenience.
But not you.
We were friends until that moment that you...
Why are you depressed?
You have no reason to be. You have a home. You have food, and you have me.
You have a father and siblings and a million reasons to be happy. So why make me bitter with your tear...