I've been searching inside everyone I've met for many things.
in a friend, I expect so much.
in a stranger, I expect so little.
And sometimes it feels like I don't know what I'm doing , there's no guidance for that sort of thing.
Your parents teach you how to sit properly and talk nicely in public. School is supposed to teach you how to read and write. But nothing prepares you for what's going to happen next.
They don't tell you that real world isn't anything like the things you read about/heard from someone who heard it from someone else.
It's almost always "fate" when it happens to someone else, but when it happens to you it's not stories tied in a neat bow with some words of wisdom. it's real. And it fucking stings.
But it happens. Now I know that.