I am a paradox. I want to be happy but I think of things that make me sad. I don't like myself but I also love who I am. I crave attention but reject it when it comes my way. I can't figure myself out there is no way anyone else can.
People come, people go – they’ll drift in and out of your life, almost like characters in a favorite book. When you finally close the cover, the characters have told their story and you start up again with another book, complete with new characters and adventures. Then you find yourself focusing on the new ones, not the ones from the past.