This is life. People will screw you over. You’ll fight with your family. You’ll witness things that will change you forever. You’ll blame new lovers for things old lovers did. You’ll lose best friends you thought would always be there. You’ll come to realize that everyone has a past. You’ll cry, you’ll laugh and you’ll embarrass yourself. But then You’ll find your very own moment where none of that matters: where you can sit back and realize that shit happens to the people who can handle it and that this is who you are,and that no one should want to change you, including yourself.