I've never been really good at human relationships. In fact, lately I've decided that I don't even like the idea of it. Everytime I think of friends, or boyfriends, I just get sad. Like - we used to be friends; we used to hang out; we used to be close; we used to like each other. It really makes me sad. How can it be that all those memories don't mean a thing? How can you just forget what we had? Well, I didn't forget. Everyday I'm harshly reminded of the past. And I refuse to go through that again.
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When She Falls (She Falls Hard)
Teen FictionRiza Lynn Baker has had her fair share of bad relationships. She's had a generous helping of bad friendships. She's had one-too-many walk out of her life. So it is to be expected when the over-thinking, over-analyzer, overly caring girl detaches her...
