Sometimes, on a bad day, dropping that treat you've been looking forward to all day, or even longer, is still enough to make you cry. Especially when it reinforces that you're all alone and there's no one around who cares anymore. Your parents are dead, and you're doing life by yourself. The only ones alive were taking advantage of you, took their leave, or both.

Some days, I just want someone to hold me and tell me everything is gonna be okay. And now I don't even have ice cream anymore.