‘I’ve thought about leaving, about getting the fuck out of the town. I’ve spent nights awake, thinking about the places I’ll go, the people I’ll meet,’ she said, staring wistfully up at the sky. ‘But what about the people you’ll leave behind?’ he wondered, ’ won’t you miss them?’ She turned to look at him, her eyes forlorn. 'The true question is: will they miss me?’
the story of a girl who doesn’t know her worth












