In the end....everything matters.

And it feels strange, almost sad, to walk through ther empty halls. Each step I take sounds so lonely.

I left. When I should have stayed.

That's why you did it. You wanted your world to collapse around you. You wanted everything to get as dark as possible.

Everything seemed good, but I knew it had the potential to be awful.

The young adult literature is relatively new - it just kind of exploded in the 2000s. When I grew up, there weren't bookstores with sections dedicated to teen lit, nor was my generation raised reading books written specifically for us. Because of that, today we still think of books for teens as children's books and so when you write a book that includes sensitive topics, it just seems even more controversial. What's troubling to me about that is these are issues adults know that teens deal with. Not writing about them makes them something we don't, or can't talk about.

I can't. You can't rewrite the past.