Will I ever get control of my life? Will I always be shoved back and pushed around by those I trust?
And in high school, people are always watching so there's always a reason to pose.
They were like two magnets who couldn't decide whether to attract or repel.
We both laugh. And it feels good. A release. Like laughing at a funeral. Maybe inappropriate, but definitely needed.
After all, how often do we get a second chance?
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.