Because it may seem like a small role now, but it matters. In the end, everything matters.

A lot of you cared, just not enough.

It's nothing. A school project. My go-to answer for anything. Staying out late? School project. Need extra money? School project.

What you don't understand, you can make mean anything.

I wanted people to trust me, despite anything they'd heard. And more than that, I wanted them to know me. Not the stuff they thought they knew about me. No, the real me. I wanted them to get past the rumors. To see beyond the relationships I once had, or maybe still had but that they didn't agree with.

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

A flood of emotions rushes into me. Pain and anger. Sadness and pity. But most surprising of all, hope.