The rest of the world - everyone outside of this room - just doesn't care. It's so much easier to pretend we don't exist. Hide us until we're better - No matter how many pills you have to prescribe! And don't forget therapy on the hour. I guess I'm sorry. Sorry that we aren't good enough. I wasn't trying to embarrass you when I said, "It's a comfort to soak a towel with my blood." I know, I can't show you. I'm sorry.