In The End....everything Matters.

His Door Is Closed Behind Me. It's Staying Closed. He's Letting Me Go. I Think I've Made Myself Very Clear, But No Ones Stepping Forward To Stop Me. A Lot Of You Cared, Just Not Enough. And That...that Is What I Needed To Find Out. And I Did Find Out. And I'm Sorry.

You Told Me I Wrote That Poem Because I Was Afraid Of Dealing With Myself. And I Used My Mom As An Excuse, Accusing Her Of Not Appreciating Or Accepting Me, When I Should Have Been Saying Those Words Into A Mirror.

You Can't Go Back To How Things Were. How You Thought They Were. All You Really Have Is...now.

Why Does It Say She Has Three Hundred And Twenty Friends?" Josh Asks. "who Has That Many Friends?

Everything Seemed Good, But I Knew It Had The Potential To Be Awful.