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

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

Maybe it's not as important to you as it was for me, but that's not for you to decide.

Josh will begin disappearing into a future where the only place he and I remain friends is on the Internet.

I take a slow sip of lukewarm coffee, reopen the book, and read the words scribbled in red ink near the top: Everyone needs an olly-olly-oxen-free.

Because when you're posed, you know someone's watching. You put on your very best smile. You let your sweetest personality shine.

Yes, it feels great to plan your life when you believe everything can turn out fine. But what about when you're shown, again and again, how little control you have over anything? No matter what I do to try to fix my future, it doesn't work.