I’m on the edge. Every time I break down and try to end it all, something pulls me back. I am continually on the edge. I keep wondering, what if I no longer have something to pull me back? What would happen then? Goliath is pulling me back this time. Every time he speaks to me I wonder what he’ll say next. I’m living from each conversation. I can’t remember what I ate for dinner that night but I can say that Goliath was talking about his favorite band MGMT during math today. I’m scared. I get more and more scared these days.
Tim feels hurt by everyone... Except for his Goliath.
In which Athletic teens wander around at boarding school and one of them happens to have an obsession with kissing people when he should be studying.
Or over the span of 4 months, two teens go from friends to lovers