You know how sometimes you know what someone is thinking just by looking at them? You can tell how they're feeling just by giving them a hug? I've always been good at reading people, but more recently, I feel like I can tell more about someone just by observing them. Maybe it's because I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve more and because I'm being torn apart on the inside, but I feel like I have to put up a front to everyone. People have such high expectations of me, that I'm happy all the time, that I'm some optimistic freak of nature, but you know what? I get hurt just as easily as the next person, if not more easily. I need my friends now, more than ever, but the majority of them are going back to Blacksburg, too far for casual visits, and usually too busy to have a lot of time for me.
I guess I overestimated myself. I thought I'd be okay by now. I'm usually the one giving advice and helping people through tough times, but I guess it's my turn to ask for help.
...it's how many times you get back up. courage is when you've lost your way but you find your strength anyway.
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