People grow apart, and sometimes, there nothing anyone can do about it.

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.

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.

I hate not knowing what to believe anymore. I hate not knowing what's real.

When you write a book for publication, you're writing it for other people to read.

Two steps behind her, I say her name. "Skye.

When you hold people up for ridicule, you have to take responsibility when other people act on it.