We are not bottles of beer that you can put your lips against once and then throw in a pile somewhere to rot away with all of the other garbage there. We are not so much of who you think we are. We are not just a fake smile and eyes too dark to see the sun even when it's the brightest it's ever been. We are not just objects you can use and leave after a great session of testosterone raising. We are most definitely not the love in your heart or the butterflies in your stomachs or the antidepressants you seem to need every night at the same time. We are human. We are us, we are broken and hurt and disheveled and confused and we have emotions too, don't ever confuse silence for acceptance and don't ever doubt that we don't care what you do. We're the silent kind, the kind that won't say much but will look at you and realize you've been through some ****. We're the observers from an ocean away, because you're so easy to read even computer pixels give you away. Don't you know news gets around?