It’s not a time for being younger
and all my friends are enemies
and if I cried unto my mother
no she wasn’t there, she wasn’t there for me
you make me wanna die, i’ll never be good enough
She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close.
- Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman