Can I tell you a story? It’s partly about this girl, her name is Lory.
I knew her in kindergarten, we hung around the playground a lot.
But as times grew harder, we drifted apart and her sister went into rehab and she stopped speaking with me. Simultaneously, I grew suicidal, thinking about this grand recital, where all my friends and family would suddenly realize, they never really knew the real me, just the little girl, the outwardly-portrayed me, who friends and family never took the time to listen to, to sit beside,...