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

Everything...affects everything

I wanted to tell you everything. And that hurt because some things were too scary. Some things even I didn’t understand. How could I tell someone—someone I was really talking to for the first time—everything I was thinking? I couldn’t. It was too soon.

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

Teens in the '90s had the same basic desires as they do now.

When you try rescuing someone and discover they can't be reached, why would you ever throw that back in their face?

And what if in the future we're at war again, or we still haven't elected a non-white or non-male president, or the Rolling Stones are still dragging their tired old butts on stage? That would depress me way too much.