I’m sick of being the person everyone comes to talk to but no one ever asks about. It’s starting to hurt that it seems my friends don’t care for me the way I do for them. I’m always the one starting conversations, being used, but never being cared for. Sometimes I would rather be alone.
The mark of a good book is that you’re happy to come home to it. The mark of a great book is that you occasionally schedule your life to stay home with it.