I wanted to tell you everything. And that hurt because some things were too scary. Some things even I didn’t understand. How could I tell someone—someone I was really talking to for the first time—everything I was thinking? I couldn’t. It was too soon.

When you try rescuing someone and discover they can't be reached, why would you ever throw that back in their face?

Will I ever get control of my life? Will I always be shoved back and pushed around by those I trust?

I needed a break... from myself.

I don't know exactly what it is, but it looks like interconnected websites where people show their photos and write about everything going on in their lives, like whether they found a parking spot or what they ate for breakfast." "But why?" Josh asks.

Because I've heard so many stories that I don't know which one is the most popular. But I do know which is the least popular. The truth.

And after I dropped him off, I took the longest possible route home... I explored alleys and hidden roads I never knew existed. I discovered neighborhoods entirely new to me. And finally... I discovered I was sick of this town and everything in it.