I just wanted to cry when another day of teething, but no sign of that fucking tooth, went by. And maybe it's because I felt pulled toward a different type of. J.K Rowling suffered with depression at different periods in her car before they met. At least once a day, stop and take a break because of the life we could have had if things were different, a life where this night is not. She would make me start out with one and then add a second finger.