On the corner before him, thirty yards away stood a shy, lonely looking girl of eighteen or nineteen tired, hushed, and therefore beautiful...

"...Not clowning, without any permediation, swiftly and easiy, he reached the girl, paused a moment, and kissed her on the cheek. Before he moved on he told her the only thing it was possible to say: 'You are the loveliest woman in the world.'"

I try not to be jealous.
I doesn't work
I look at other people and say "Why can't you be more like them"
I constantly am disappointed with myself for no reason,
everything I do I should have done another way, or better.
I wish I wasn't so stuborn, I am glad I can admit when I'm wrong, but if you don't have proof then you have nothing.
I act so sure of myself, and people seem to buy it.
Maybe it's because no ones ever looked so far down to see.
It seems everyone has one person they can tell everything to, someone the mentally connect with, a best friend.
One thing I'm deprived of
I mean if I had one I would not care as much about everything else.
I just want that one person.
I mean I do not need a boyfriend
it's not like I need to get married tomorrow.
I just want a best friend.
But wanting goes to hoping, hoping goes to wishing, and wishing leads to getting crushed.