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.

And as I stood there in the hallway―alone―trying to understand what had just happened and why, I realized the truth: I wasn't worth an explanation―not even a reaction. Not in your eyes.

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

They were like two magnets who couldn't decide whether to attract or repel.

This time, for the first time, I saw the possibilities in giving up. I even found hope in it.

and i walked for hours the mist growing thick and whole the thought of disappaering like that, so simply, made me so happy

And what about you-the rest of you-did you notice the scars you left behind? No. Probably not. Because most of them can't be seen with the naked eye.