I Want To Look Back. To Look

There Are Also The People Too Bizarre To Ignore, Like Kyle Simpson. Future Male Stripper.

Josh Turns To Me. “i Can’t Believe She’s Writing These Things.” “not She,” I Say. “me.” “why Would Anyone Say This Stuff About Themselves On The Internet? It’s Crazy!” “exactly,” I Say. “i’m Going To Be Mentally Ill In Fifteen Years, And That’s Why My Husband Doesn’t Want To Be Around Me.

Josh Will Begin Disappearing Into A Future Where The Only Place He And I Remain Friends Is On The Internet.

His Door Is Closed Behind Me. It's Staying Closed. He's Letting Me Go. I Think I've Made Myself Very Clear, But No Ones Stepping Forward To Stop Me. A Lot Of You Cared, Just Not Enough. And That...that Is What I Needed To Find Out. And I Did Find Out. And I'm Sorry.

Those Are Some Strong Currents You're Swimming Against.