It’s really weird thinking about how every person you walk by has a name and a personality and a group of friends you’ll never know and a messed up family or an awesome family or that they’re in love or that they’re depressed or are having the best or worst day of their life. There are a lot of people around and I’ll hardly know any of them.

i dont think that things you love and lose should ever be replaced. but if you love and lose and love and lose, how much love do you have left to give then?