Anger can try to break your heart, but sorrow is what will. What can. What does.

I didn't feel anything watching him go. I didn't even wish I did.

And what if---what are you if the people who are supposed to love you can leave you like you're nothing?

She looked at me for real and saw I was serious. She saw I knew she was for me like you know that tomorrow morning the sun will rise.

Are you reading?" I say. It's not that I don't think Finn can read or anything, but it's just - well, not what I expected to see. I figured Finn spent his time doing whatever it is guys who aren't Josh do when they aren't in school. Burping, or something. "Try not to look so surprised," Finn says. "I read. I can count to ten. Sometimes I can even spell my own name.

It was like we were all so busy trying to be happy or saying we were happy, but underneath there was nothing but bitterness, the kind that could only be bled out in ink, in unspoken word.

I wish it had never happened because then I wouldn't think about it as I'm falling asleep.