I want to look back. To look over my shoulder and see the Stop sign with huge reflective letters, pleading with Hannah. Stop!

Because when you're posed, you know someone's watching. You put on your very best smile. You let your sweetest personality shine.

How in the world was I alone? Because I wanted to be. That's all I can say. It's all that makes sense to me.

Watching those guys pummel each other so no one would suspect them of being weak was too much for me. Their reputations were more important than their faces.

That's why you did it. You wanted your world to collapse around you. You wanted everything to get as dark as possible.

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

That’s what i love about poetry. The more abstract, the better. The stuff were your not sure what the poets talking about. You may have an idea, but you cant be sure. Not a hundred percent. Each word, specifically chosen, could have a million different meanings. Is it a stand-in ―a symbol for another idea? Does it fit into a larger, more hidden, metaphor? ...I hated poetry until someone showed me how to appreciate it. He told me to see poetry as a puzzle. Its up to the reader to decipher the code, or the words, based on everything they know about life and emotions.