If time was a string connecting all of your stories, that party would be the point where everything knots up. And that knot keeps growing and growing, getting more and more tangled, dragging the rest of your stories into it.
Jay AsherJosh turns to me. โI canโt believe sheโs writing these things.โ โNot she,โ I say. โMe.โ โWhy would anyone say this stuff about themselves on the Internet? Itโs crazy!โ โExactly,โ I say. โIโm going to be mentally ill in fifteen years, and thatโs why my husband doesnโt want to be around me.
Jay AsherBecause what if I got to know you and you turned out to be just like they said? What if you werenโt the person I hoped you were? That, more than anything, would have hurt the most.
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