And in high school, people are always watching so there's always a reason to pose.

But sometimes there’s nothing left to do but move on.

And what if in the future we're at war again, or we still haven't elected a non-white or non-male president, or the Rolling Stones are still dragging their tired old butts on stage? That would depress me way too much.

But I do know which is the least popular. The truth.

Rejection always hurts, but having it come from my best friend was the worst.

You can't go back to how things were. How you thought they were. All you really have is...now.

I'm listening to someone give up. Someone I knew—someone I liked. I'm listening... but still, I'm too late.