You Don't Know What Goes On In

I Can't. You Can't Rewrite The Past.

As A Writer, My Only Responsibility Is To Tell A Compelling Story.

My Heart And My Trust Were In The Process Of Collapsing. And That Collapse Created A Vacuum In My Chest.

It's Nothing. A School Project. My Go-to Answer For Anything. Staying Out Late? School Project. Need Extra Money? School Project.

Maybe It Didn’t Seem Like A Big Deal To You Zach. But Now, I Hope You Understand. My World Was Collapsing. I Needed Those Notes. I Needed Any Hope Those Notes Might Have Offered. And You? You Took That Hope Away. You Decided I Didn’t Deserve To Have It.