And At Some Point, The Struggle Becomes

A Week Went By And Nothing. But Eventually, As They Always Will, The Rumors Reached Me. And Everyone Knows You Can't Disprove A Rumor.

She Wants To Believe My Excuses So Bad. Every Time I Lie, She Wants To Believe Me So Much.

And Like I Said, I Didn't Know Him Very Well, But My Ears Perked Up Whenever I Heard His Name. I Guess I Wanted To Hear Something - Anything - Juicy. Not Because I Wanted To Spread Gossip. I Just Couldn't Believe Someone Could Be That Good. If He Was Actually That Good... Wonderful. Great! But It Became A Personal Game Of Mine. How Long Could I Go On Hearing Nothing But Good Things About Clay Jensen? Normally, When A Person Has A Stellar Image, Another Person's Waiting In The Wings To Tear Them Apart. They're Waiting For That One Fatal Flaw To Expose Itself. But Not With Clay.

And Concentrating On The Spot Where The Two Spindles Should Be Is The Closest I Get To Looking Hannah's Eyes As She Tells My Story.

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.