Wish You Were Dead

If you've never known someone your own age who's died, you can't imagine what it feels like. It's as if you were walking on a glass floor and it suddenly shatters and now you're falling and falling and there's broken glass in the air all around you and no bottom in sight.

Some people get more of a chance to show who they are. Other people never get the chance.

But then again, impossible never became rumour, did it?

Sometimes you know when someone is telling you the truth.

Why do we believe one stranger and not another?