memories fall apart too.
The thing about chameleoning your way through life is that it gets to where nothing is real.
Miles, as in 'to go before I sleep'?
I don't know why boys expect us to like boy movies. We don't expect them to like girl movies.
I may die young, but at least I'll die smart.
I needed, I decided, to really know her, because I needed more to remember. Before I could begin the shameful process of forgetting the how and the why of her living and dying, I needed to learn it: How. Why. When. Where. What.