Status Updates From Anger Is Only a Shadow

Going without someone touching you lightly, a hand on a shoulder, fingers picking lint in places you can't see, nodding at your slippers and telling you, put 'em on right so you don't trip–not having that kind of care is like starting to die. Going whole days without having a single person in the world look at you with sugar in their smile is a worse sentence than what any judge can give you.