After all, how often do we get a second chance?

When you write a book for publication, you're writing it for other people to read.

I could picture life—school and everything else—continuing on without me. But I could not picture my funeral. Not at all. Mostly because I couldn’t imagine who would attend or what they would say.

There are also the people too bizarre to ignore, like Kyle Simpson. Future male stripper.

Will I ever get control of my life? Will I always be shoved back and pushed around by those I trust?

Because it may seem like a small role now, but it matters. In the end, everything matters.

Every reader is different. There's no book that's inappropriate for every person, but there are people who cannot handle everything.