I didn't just want to be the one who was always looking around at the weird family members. I wanted to make my mistakes.
When I got sick, it threw everything off course.
In movies, you just see somebody close their eyes, and you go on to the next scene.
I didn't know whether I'd be attractive to anybody.
I start crying when certain things come up, certain memories, certain feelings, and it's intense. But I think it's good for me - and therapeutic.
I always wonder, aside from even my name, what if my parents never split up? What if my mother never died? It swirls in my head all the time.