I realize then that it's not enough to know what someone is called. You have to know who they are.

I don’t want to be that person, who just takes things.

And I kissed him back so hard, like I was trying to merge our bodies through our lips.

Whoever said that the past isn't dead had it backward. It's the future that's already dead, already played out.

C'est courageux d'aller dans l'inconnu': It is courageous to go into territory unknown.

Who says I breathe music? Who says I even breathe?

Are you coming down with something?" Mom asks. And just for the tiniest of seconds, I wonder what would happen if I told them the truth. That school is nothing like I imagined it would be. That I'm not the girl in the catalog at all. I'm not a Happy College Student. I don't know who I am. Or maybe I do know who I am and I just don't want to be her anymore.