Incoherent Thoughts Organized Into Neat Paragraphs

A Series on Softness Part Two

I do not remember why I was crying.
It was during that twelve year old time when your friends leave you behind and everything hurts your heart.

All I remember is the mascara slipping from my lashes.

She told me
Pull yourself together.
If you don't stop crying at everything you'll never survive.
This world will chew you up and spit you out.

How do I calcify this heart of mine so I will not end up stuck between someones teeth?