I’m happy for you, I really am.
She loved with so much passion as she loved with ignorance. She did not know...– Victor Hugo, Les Miserables
I always have wondered what it is like to be a bitch or a fake friend who lies all the time…like seriously, what goes through your mind on a daily basis when you make up lies and pretend to be best friends with everyone.
looks in mirror: oh that's why people don't like me.