When I was sixteen years old, I felt sadness for the first time.Now, don’t get me wrong. I always knew what sadness was, and had shed my share of tears over spilled milk and broken toys. But I never felt true sadness. The harrowing kind. The kind that crawls through your pores and burrows deep into your heart. The kind of sadness that manifests in self-hatred. The kind of sadness that engulfs...