Rejection Always Hurts, But Having It Come

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.

I've Always Loved Brainstorming With Other Writers, And I Consider Having My Work Critiqued A Part Of That Brainstorming.

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.

I Can't. You Can't Rewrite The Past.

Hannah Wasn't My First Kiss, But The First Kiss That Mattered: The First Kiss With Someone Who Mattered. (pg 222).