that's it! all sewn up and fake feeling. like plastic. incredible how the body works.
it's kind of nuts when you have this friend talking about a past time you were never remotely a part of and listening to how things ended badly years ago. never spoken another word and out of the darkest blue they get a phone call saying that part of their life is now dead. beaten to death. what do you do? i cried. it's strange to find myself emotional for other people. not all, but...some.