"Sit in the center of a library. Somewhere where you can see people. Don’t read a book; read the people around you. See the little girl working on her math homework, the teenage boy bobbing his head to the song he is listening to, the girl across from him who cannot stop staring at him, the men with ties too tight looking at long lists of numbers, the girl hiding behind a pile of books, and the women ripping her paper in half. Somehow I now realize every person is a book with a unique story to tell."
I can only draw inspiration from what I’m going through which happens to be those feelings of crazy love and toxic relationships that just crash and burn. To be criticized for that? I think it’s unfair.