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

No one knows for certain how much impact they have on the lives of other people. Oftentimes, we have no clue. Yet we push it just the same.

Teens in the '90s had the same basic desires as they do now.

I hate not knowing what to believe anymore. I hate not knowing what's real.

I was too weak to walk. At least, I thought I was too weak. But in truth, I was too weak to try.

He looks out into the empty street, allowing me to sit in his car and just miss her. To miss her each time I pull in a breath of air. To miss her with a heart that feels so cold by itself, but warm when thoughts of her flow through me.

It may seem that every time someone offers you a hand up, they just let go and you slip further down.