I read a book, twivortiare 2 page 88. It is like suddenly wake up after long period of sleep, like being forced out from my comfort zone, like I get a slap on my face. A hard one. And of course, it hurts me.
Maybe this book is right, I should find another. But what hurts me the most is a rhetorical question do you even care about me that I know the answer will always be no. And it hurts me more.