speaking volumes
i knew i wanted to read lucky, i borrowed it from a friend of mine. i didn't anticipate how deep and hard it would hit, and how much i would relate to some of the things that she went through. it must have been so cathartic to put those words on paper, trying to explain something that no one will ever really understand unless they've had the distinct misfortune of having been in similar situations.
people's opinions do change, you can see it in their eyes, you can feel it in the way they shy away from you, even when once you were close.
some people try to act accepting, but really, no one knows what to say or do.
in fact, you shouldn't say anything. it's about listening. it's not about you, it's about them, and how they're hurting.
you're so lucky to be alive ... withdrawal is an evil side effect.
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