It’s the things we love most that destroy us.
hiding from your responsibilities like
I wonder if I ever caught someones attention. Even if I was just walking among the crowd, I wonder if they wanted to get to know me or anything like that.
don’t you just love it when you know one of your “friends” is having a birthday party and she’s invited quite a lot of your other “friends” but not you and you actually thought you were good friends with her