Congrats on the tattoo... and the fish.

I'm Cam, a Cheesehead drug dealer. Nice to meet you."Ha. Nice man." Does he know I'm joking?

...You were just being honest. I get that now. You've always told me the truth. You're always honest with me. And the truth hurts sometimes...but empty promises hurt a lot more. And you've never given me those.

I may be wearing the world’s ugliest khaki shorts, and I may have just had a total mental breakdown in front of a really hot guy, but at least I don’t have to humiliate myself in front of tourists. It’s my lucky day.

This summer, I'm going to do what Emma said, and let loose. I'll let fate decide—one coin flip at a time.

Stop stressing. Let fate decide, and then roll with it.

If someone rescues someone, the reader expects that one of three things will happen.What are the three things?Right. Well, they can become best friends, they can fall in love, or...they'll end up killing them.Which of the three do you think happens for us?We'll have to wait and see I guess. But I'm really hoping I don't kill you; I look horrible in orange.

This is our thing now, right? Letting chance decide?

That’s what I need right now; something to save me from being pulled under by hope again.