Because It May Seem Like A Small

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.

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.

It's Up To The Reader To Decipher The Code, Or The Words, Based On Everything They Know About Life And Emotions.

Because No, I Didn’t Push Her Away. I Didn’t Add To Her Pain Or Do Anything To Hurt Her. Instead, I Left Her Alone In That Room. The Only Person Who Might’ve Been Able To Reach Out And Save Her From Herself. To Pull Her Back From Wherever She Was Heading. I Did What She Asked And I Left. When I Should Have Stayed.

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