What had been became what was and a story only works when you know the ending. When the people in it don’t seem like pretend. When you can think about that girl and how she was once upon a time, and see her. When you don’t already know the story is a lie.

My full name is Lauren Lee Smith. Of all the names I could have been given, that's the one I got. Lauren Lee Smith. It has all the personality of a toaster.

Cute" is one of those words people use when they know you're smart enough to realize "you've got so much personality" means "you're ugly.

Anger can try to break your heart, but sorrow is what will. What can. What does.

The sun will rise tomorrow. It always does, and all the wishing in the world for the way things were, or for what they could have been, won't change that. It won't change how things are.

She became a story, one I have mostly forgotten. One I can't end because she died a long time ago.

Things change. Stuff happens. Life goes on.