It Is A Good Life, Hazel Grace.

She Fell Apart Because That's What Happens.

In The End, I Had To Call Myself A Faggot, Which Really Annoyed Me, Because 1. I Don't Think That Word Should Ever Be Used By Anyone, Let Alone Me, And 2. As It Happens, I Am Not Gay, And Furthermore, 3. Chuck Parson Made It Out Like Calling Yourself A Faggot Was The Ultimate Humiliation, Even Though There's Nothing At All Embarrassing About Being Gay.

Failing To Grapple With Complexity Actually Turns Out To Be A Pretty Bad Life Strategy.

I Kept Waiting For That Loneliness And Nervousness To Make Me Want To Go Back. But It Never Did.

She Was Nothing But Good And I Was Nothing But Bad, But Then She Died, And I Didn't.