You miss out on a lot because of this trust thing: FBI internships, father-daughter dinners, Logan's hands on your face and his legs wrapped around yours.
College is different, but that's no excuse for you to change too. Maybe you get better grades because you sleep through the night now but you haven't seen your dad in three days, you don't know the last movie your best friend watched and every second of every day you're sure your boyfriend is about to reveal that he's still the asshole who made hurting you his hobby.
In Shakespeare when people think about things but don't talk to anyone they go crazy, but your mom's not there to make you see a shrink and now that you're eighteen you've been playing the 'adult' card to get your own way.
You haven't taken a picture in weeks, your dad walks Backup now, you eat alone with your cell phone on silent and hope nobody calls.
You're an adult. You know how you lost your virginity. You know who killed your best friend and how.
The only think you don't know is how to get your life back.