i just finished a book called The perks of being a wallflower by Stephen Chbosky. Theres something about this book that i love, something that i can relate to. I feel like reading the whole thing over again...i think i just might do that. if you havent read it, i suggest it. "And in that moment, I swear we were infinite"

breaking up with someone is bad enough. finding out that they broke up with you because they liked someone else just adds to it. to me, thats some pretty fucked up shit.