You ever cry because you hate life, you’re not skinny, you’re not pretty, you’re not the main character, you don't have a huge group of friends, you prefer to be alone, you don't let people in because it's gonna hurt when they leave or is it just me. You cry because you haven't met someone you love or someone that stays and music is your only comfort and it's the long thing that matters. And books. People leave but books are forever. B♾ks