i've been thinking about it so much lately. i'll get on a bus, walk past someone at school, see someone walking, see someone arguing with a teacher and just wonder what their story is. wonder what made them, them. what's changed their life and why. 'specially with our conversation after school today. it's weird how you look at someone and judge them straight away or it's weird how you look at someone but don't actually see them. you don't think about their home life, if they even have a home. you don't think about what their friends do or say to them, or if they even have true friends. you don't wonder if they've had their heart broken lately, if they've made a huge mistake or if they cry them selves to sleep some nights.