"I’m just trying to beg the world: just, just, just give me a chance. Just, just give me a chance. Just let me take a breath. Just stop — just for a minute — I want to call my parents."
If there was ever someone — anyone — who could ever articulate your thoughts on something, well, it would feel good. (Whatever that means.) You feel normal. You don’t feel so lost. And you realize that yes, yes you get it. And yes, yes it was just as bad as you thought it was. It’s ok now.