I learned the hard way that I cannot always count on others to respect my feeling. Even if I respect theirs. Being a good person doesn't . As for others, you can only choose to accept them or walk away.
"You get a strange feeling when you're about to leave a place. Like you'll not only miss the people you love but you'll miss the person you are now at this time and place because you'll never be this way ever again." So true.
Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. **You're going to be just fine