You see, you wouldn't ask why the rose that grew from the concrete had damaged petals. On the contrary, we would all celebrate its tenacity. We would all love its will to reach the sun. Well, we are the roses. This is the concrete. These are my damaged petals. Don't ask me why. Ask me how.
Real people don't fake their death on FB to see how many Boo-Hoos they'll get. Man Up Bitch. Accept life as it is. Give ppl a reason to want to be your friend, & they'll be there when you need a friend.