I’m sorry. I’m sorry for the way I treated you. For lying about everything. For throwing away our friendship without a second thought. But I’m mostly sorry that you’re not even the first person...

Ian Drew lies in bed in a silent room. His empty brown eyes trace patterns on the ceiling. He’s so consumed by feelings of sadness and negativity that he can’t make himself get up. He doesn’t really...

"I’m so ready to be out of high school." Facebook statuses like this have been filling up my news feed for the past few weeks. It’s only September and everyone already has "senioritis." It seems like...