yeah, i help everyone, except myself.
HANNAH. 24. "you ask me what it feels like. i tell you: salt. i tell you: rubber. my body is a field of tumors. i may die from this— the soft, the heave, the leavening bread. i tell you: full. i tell you: hurts. i fight from both sides. when you ask me what it feels like, i have to answer twice."