When a real angel walks among the rest of us sadistic balls of angst, selfishness and desires, you’d think you could treat her with a little more kindness instead of tearing off her wings and leaving her to bleed to death behind a locked door. She’s banging on that door with all the strength she has left, while I sit on the other side. Helpless. Waiting for someone to let her out. To whatever forces are playing such a deadly game with her life, please please please stop. I'm scared. -Raging ball of angst, friend of said Angel