Huh? Oh, nothing. Juzt sittin' here smiling through the shattered pieces of glass that is slaughtering my insides into a sludge.
Remember: you can not always see on the outside when a person is torn and broken, so be nice, ok?
A colleague was kind to me a moment ago and I burst into tears in the bathroom. That little act of kindness is a little window into a very distant world where everyting once was allright, for us, the ones with scourged souls, that little window is all we got.