I think teenagers bring a lot of intellectual sophistication. They're wrestling with big questions. It's just that, a lot of times they do that separately from adults.

And then I was asleep. That deep, can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth sleep, that sleep that is not particularly restful but difficult to wake up from all the same.

Because you're my friend, wingnut.

You're not a little kid anymore. You need to make friends, get out of the house, and live your life.

Reading it the night before, I'd wondered if it would be like that for me-if in one moment, I would finally understand her, know her, and understand the role I'd played in her dying. But I wasn't convinced enlightenment struck like lightining.

Did I help you toward a fate you didn't want, Alaska, or did I just assist in your willful self-destruction?

People are such idiots. As if there's something wrong with being in love.