Because What If I Got To Know

But Sometimes There’s Nothing Left To Do But Move On.

After All, How Often Do We Get A Second Chance?

I Want To Collapse. I Want To Fall On The Sidewalk Right There And Drag Myself To The Ivy.

One Little Ripple Started Today Could Create A Typhoon Fifteen Years From Now.

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.