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The Longer You Wait, And This Is True, The Slower The Hands Will Move.

Because No, I Didn’t Push Her Away. I Didn’t Add To Her Pain Or Do Anything To Hurt Her. Instead, I Left Her Alone In That Room. The Only Person Who Might’ve Been Able To Reach Out And Save Her From Herself. To Pull Her Back From Wherever She Was Heading. I Did What She Asked And I Left. When I Should Have Stayed.

I Swear, Guys In Groups Are Capable Of The Stupidest Things." "like War," Kellan Says, Heaping Napkins And Ketchup Packets Onto Her Tray. "and Jumping Off Rooftops." "and Lighting Their Farts On Fire," She Says.

I Didn't Feel Physically Sick. But Mentally. My Mind Was Twisting In So Many Ways. (...) We Once Saw A Documentary On Migraines. One Of The Men Interviewed Used To Fall On His Knees And Bang His Head Against The Floor, Over And Over During Attacks. This Diverted The Pain From Deep Inside His Brain, Where He Couldn't Reach It, To A Pain Outside That He Had Control Over.

I Didn't Humiliate Him By Pointing It Out Because That's Not How You Treat Friends. You Don't Judge Them. You Don't Humiliate Them. I Bet He's Been Judging Me All Along.