To the girl I loved;
We all carry our problems.
We all bury our troubles.
We all cherish our memories.
But we all turn selfish when someone is in need because we all expect you to keep and carry your struggles to yourself and sometimes it doesn't turn out how we all want it.
We all are jealous from those who are smiling and living a lifestyle pictured from a book.
We all are careless when money is involved and forget we aren't only hurting the people around you but yourself too.
We all see the person before you as a hypocrite when in fact we are the hypocrites.
We all are hypocrites. You, me and everyone are hypocrites.