Three months ago I got hospitalized for what was thought to be a bad stage of my depression. The real reason? Five months ago I had too many toasts of Fireball and passed out in the woods, my hair spread across the earth and a boy came down and stumbled across my body. He touched, there’s no need for gruesome details but he touched me like he knew me. We’d never talked. My friends told me the next day, smiling and laughing like it was an honor. I couldn’t breathe, I’d sit in the bath for hours wondering what I did wrong. Two months later I got hospitalized and I met a girl who was there for the same reason and she told me something I’ll never forget: You have been formed by a man and woman but you are made up of all the things you love. You are the space in between the floorboards and the entire ocean. And if a boy ever touches you, tries to touch you like he knows you, tell him just that and if he doesn’t listen break his fucking hand.