“It’s not okay, I’m in the way!” He openly sobbed, “I’m utterly useless, not even my best friends want me around!”
“That’s not true.”
“I was asked to leave the dance hall yesterday,” he said, sounding as though his heart had been ripped from his chest- and maybe it had.

This Is My Letter- the Jeff thing I’m writing in the Tahoe (via wittlenell)