I grab my hair at the roots and silently scream after Logan storms out of the kitchen. I had no idea it was possible to feel so deeply, thoroughly like garbage.

I’m in a weird place with my family, work is a shambles, and I just hurt my roommate, who has been the most supportive person in my life the past few months. I punch the counter until my knuckles split, not knowing what else to do with my frustration.

How long has it been since I went for a run? I know ...