They’d leave comments like, Are you okay? and, I’m here if you need me, and I’m so sorry. Save it. No really, save it. I won’t respond.
Letters to Friends
Erika Sauter

God, I want to scream when someone gives a random sorry. Please don’t. Stop the pity party.

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