((oops))When you're little, sometimes your parents upset you, they make you sad, make you feel hurt. For your heart, those are like bruises and bumps. But they heal quickly, you get over it. It's what happens.It wasn't like that for me. My mom didn't bruise, she stabbed. She tore. My whole childhood, she spent just tearing my heart apart, into a million little pieces.That's what made it so easy for me to hurt people, to be so mean. I was numb. Broken. And even so, it hurt, too.Sometimes, i would find something to help the pain. Or someone. But those were only like painkillers, helping for just a little bit.Then, I met Mica.She's like bandages, like stitches. She put me back together. Sometimes we fight, and those stitches come loose, but we always fix it again. We always make up.I feel like maybe I help her a little, too, sometimes. Just maybe. And...that's a good feeling. That's the best feeling.