How strange it is to be anything at all



Easy to get, hard to forget.

Making bad decisions since 1988.

I spent hours staring at the ceiling, trying to make sense of everything that had happened. I wasn’t sure how I felt about everything. I wasn’t sure about what to do. The only thing I was sure of was the fact that whatever he and I had that summer was undeniably, positively and irrefutably over.

—Chapter 5: The Non-Break Up, Break Up