Betrayal. It's one of the worst feelings.

Everything seemed good, but I knew it had the potential to be awful.

You don't need to watch out for me, Clay." But I did, Hannah. And I wanted to. I could have helped you. But when I tried, you pushed me away. I can almost hear Hannah's voice speaking my nest thought for me. "Then why didn't you try harder?

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

And here he is again, yet things feel like they'll never be as easy between us as they once were.

This time, for the first time, I saw the possibilities in giving up. I even found hope in it.

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.