When I finally managed to get out of bed and return to my life, I was determined to be an expert on how to grieve. I was going to fuck grief up so hard.
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These people, these murder victims—the only thing separating their fate and mine is a thin hair of the intangible.
A dog could serve as another guard against the depression that I finally couldn't ignore.
The protests wound their way into the fabric of our days. Political struggle emerged naturally and sustained itself naturally.
The author of Who Put This Song On? on emo, mental health, and the Obama years.
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