When you're in high school, everything seems perfect. You and your friends have a perfect system of a group. Then one friend moves away then another. Before long everyone else stops talking to you. You get in a random relationship, hoping that will ease the pain of the loss for your friends but it doesn't. It just numbs it for a time but like all scars, the pain will eventually return with greater force. Now, your group that you were so proud of only haunts you and makes you wish you had never made friends.