" In my head I just kept saying, Shut up, shut up! I wanted to say, Don't you know I am dying?
But even in my dying I couldn't be mean to him for fear that he would think I was a bitch. Why did I even care what he thought? Was my death that unimportant? How could I prioritize the feelings of this vacant, mustached kid over my own-me, who was probably dying? "

― Melissa Broder , The Pisces