You feel left out when someone whispers a secret to someone right next to you.
I'm worried, I'm stressed, I'm confused. But I know that God will make the right things happen, so it will all be ok.
You know my name, not my story. You've heard what I've done, not what I've been through. If you were in my shoes, you'd fall the first step.
You replay embarrassing conversations and moments over and over again in your head.
My friends and I make up nicknames for people we don't know but see all the time