Last week, I felt incredibly sad—like I had been skating over a frozen lake of grief and it was slowly starting to thaw. Since I was a teen, tears have become increasingly evasive for me—I usually need to watch a movie in order to get myself going. And then sometimes I can’t stop crying for hours. In college, I was on Spring Break with my boyfriend and …
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