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

When your cup is empty, you do not mourn what is gone. Because if you do, you will miss the opportunity to fill it again.

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.

There was an art to the male posterior. That's all there was to it.

People fall in love all the time. And it's not always with the right people. And it's not always reciprocated.

Always make your needs and expectations known,she used to say. That way no one gets hurt.

She never thought she was good at making friends. But maybe she was just trying to be friends with the wrong people.