It was like she was MADE of cake, light and pretty and decorated on the outside-with her sweet laugh and pink streak to her hair-but it was anyone's guess what was on the inside.

Blank-slate friendships were thin and temperamental. She knew that. There was no history there to cement people together, for better or worse.

It was like she was MADE of cake, light and pretty and decorated on the outside-with her sweet laugh and pink streak to her hair-but it was anyone's guess what was on the inside.

I needed to stop being what everyone thought I was.

I just don't know where home is. There's this promise of happiness out there. I know it. I even feel it sometimes. But it's like chasing the moon - just when I think I have it, it disappears into the horizon. I grieve and try to move on, but then the damn thing comes back the next night, giving me hope of catching it all over again.

For stubborn souls like Lisette, death was easier than the courage it took to actually change your life.

When you know something’s wrong, but you don’t know exactly what it is, the air around you changes.