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

All you really have... is now.

Because what if I got to know you and you turned out to be just like they said? What if you weren’t the person I hoped you were? That, more than anything, would have hurt the most.

We both laugh. And it feels good. A release. Like laughing at a funeral. Maybe inappropriate, but definitely needed.

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

I’m going to be mentally ill in fifteen years, and that’s why my husband doesn’t want to be around me.

A week went by and nothing. But eventually, as they always will, the rumors reached me. And everyone knows you can't disprove a rumor.