I feel as if I’m
made to understand but not
to be understood.
Things were going so well what the heck happened at the end?
no one ever likes me as much as i like them
I am a very private person, yet I am an open book.
If you don’t ask…I won’t tell.
we’ve all got that weird pretty big secret that we don’t really hide but like we don’t flaunt it like “My brother died of cancer” or “I’m gay” or “I tried to kill myself last year” or anything really and when you find out somebody’s big plot twist you know you’re in this friendship for the long run