Before (After, #5)

by Anna Todd

The friend moved away, and he himself never bothered to make new friends. He felt like he didn’t need them. He didn’t mind being alone.

The relationship to women he was developing wasn’t typical. He craved their touch, but shielded himself against any type of emotional connection.

My mum’s always giving me a hard time about “making friends,” but she doesn’t get it. It’s not that fucking easy, or remotely entertaining. Why would I put myself out there to get the approval of people I can’t stand, just to feel slightly more important in life?

want to be lost in the world of a novel where the characters have much worse problems than me and make me feel slightly more normal than I am.