If you haven't noticed the scars on my hips, or the fake smile on my lips, where the forced laugh I have developed, or the way I don't care about the things I used to love, don't dare stand at me grave and cry! How can you cry for someone you don't even know? Once they stop talk to you, they start talking about you. Sometimes loneliness is better than a fake friend. Not friends, not enemies, just strangers with memories.
