I’m just afraid everyone’s going to get sick of me. I’m sick of me.

I’m just afraid everyone’s going to get sick of me. I’m sick of me.

Not everyone who comes into your life, came wanting to stay. Same way that not everyone that’s gone, wanted to leave.
The fault is really in our stars? (via innocentium)
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