Are you ever just overwhelmed by the horrifying thought that maybe, nobody ACTUALLY wants you around? And it’s not that you think everyone hates you, but it’s just that you’re not special to anyone? And that its really kind of sucky that you’re about 98% sure that nobody thinks “Wow, I just really like talking to her.” and that you could probably just disappear without anyone caring that much?





I’m starting to think Perks isn’t my favourite book anymore, because I’ve read so many incredible books since I read perks, but I can’t even decide what my all time favourite is. 

mine changes every time I read a book
im like ‘ye this is my favourite’

this happens whenever i go back to reread old favorites: i realize how much my taste has changed since then. it’s not that i don’t love them, they just mean something different to me now!