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God, I Am Freaking Out. Maybe He Doesn’t Know. Maybe I Just Look Guilty Of Something And He’s Picking Up On That.

I Repeat His Words In My Head. What's Going On? What's Going On? Oh, Well, Since You Asked, I Got A Bunch Of Tapes In The Mail Today From A Girl Who Killed Herself. Apparently, I Had Something To Do With It. I'm Not Sure What That Is, So I Was Wondering If I Could Borrow Your Walkman To Find Out. 'not Much,' I Say.

Rejection Always Hurts, But Having It Come From My Best Friend Was The Worst.

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.

Whenever I'm Out Late She Makes A Sandwich For My School Lunch. I Always Protest And Tell Her Not To, Saying I'll Make My Own When I Get Home. But She Likes It. She Says It Reminds Her Of When I Was Younger And Needed Her.