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God, I am freaking out. Maybe he doesn’t know. Maybe I just look guilty of something and he’s picking up on that.

After all, how often do we get a second chance?

But I need to wake up somehow. Or maybe not. Maybe it’s best to get through the day half-asleep. Maybe that’s the only way to get through today.

You need to figure out what you want, Josh. If that means you need to swim against the tide to get it, at least youre aiming for something that could make you very happy.

It was love because it was worth it.

Two steps behind her, I say her name. "Skye.

His door is closed behind me. It's staying closed. He's letting me go. I think I've made myself very clear, but no ones stepping forward to stop me. A lot of you cared, just not enough. And that...that is what i needed to find out. And I did find out. And I'm sorry.

Josh turns to me. “I can’t believe she’s writing these things.” “Not she,” I say. “Me.” “Why would anyone say this stuff about themselves on the Internet? It’s crazy!” “Exactly,” I say. “I’m going to be mentally ill in fifteen years, and that’s why my husband doesn’t want to be around me.

Josh will begin disappearing into a future where the only place he and I remain friends is on the Internet.

It's nothing. A school project. My go-to answer for anything. Staying out late? School project. Need extra money? School project.

Why does it say she has three hundred and twenty friends?" Josh asks. "Who has that many friends?

I don't know exactly what it is, but it looks like interconnected websites where people show their photos and write about everything going on in their lives, like whether they found a parking spot or what they ate for breakfast." "But why?" Josh asks.

Why would anyone say this stuff about themselves on the Internet? It's crazy!

How can you call it love when it hurt you so badly?" "It was love because it was worth it.

And what if in the future we're at war again, or we still haven't elected a non-white or non-male president, or the Rolling Stones are still dragging their tired old butts on stage? That would depress me way too much.

When the right moment appears, the key is to not let it pass.

‎Because if I hadn't been so afraid of everyone else, I might have told Hannah that someone cared. And Hannah might still be alive.

You told me I wrote that poem because I was afraid of dealing with myself. And I used my mom as an excuse, accusing her of not appreciating or accepting me, when I should have been saying those words into a mirror.

I take a slow sip of lukewarm coffee, reopen the book, and read the words scribbled in red ink near the top: Everyone needs an olly-olly-oxen-free.

I could picture life—school and everything else—continuing on without me. But I could not picture my funeral. Not at all. Mostly because I couldn’t imagine who would attend or what they would say.

I'm listening to someone give up. Someone I knew—someone I liked. I'm listening... but still, I'm too late.

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