She is a maze of neon highways and desert plains.

I am sad everything. I am sad, sad, sad and I don’t know what to do with all the sadness. I feel it festering inside me and stinging my eyes, sending a cloud over them but never leaving. I want to hurt myself but I know I can’t. I can’t leave scars or bruises or anything inordinate because then people will notice. People will see and people will ask and I will scream and they’ll put me in a mental ward.