Like driving along a bumpy road and losing control of the steering wheel, tossing youโjust a tadโoff the road. The wheels kick up some dirt, but you're able to pull it back. Yet no matter how hard you try to drive straight, something keeps jerking you to the side. You have so little control over anything anymore. And at some point, the struggle becomes too muchโtoo tiringโand you consider letting go. Allowing tragedy... or whatever... to happen.
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.
Jay AsherI 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.
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 Asher