Between sobs, Adrienne said, “I can’t be around other sick kids. It’s too depressing.”

A Blue Clamp composed of many people holds my aching heart together. What happened to my sister is not okay, it will never be okay, but now I can say, “Adrienne died.”

I survived because I faked it. Every damn day.

Often, we treat people the way we want to be treated instead of the way they want to be treated.

You know what Pick-a-Flick Fridays are.

When I found myself counting the minutes until lunch, I knew I didn’t belong there.

The irony is that Adrienne loved Los Angeles. Whether she was a hippie in Venice, a rocker in Hollywood, or an ordinary kid in Burbank, she appreciated everything LA has to offer.

To me, sixteen is an age when we think we know everything, yet we know almost nothing.

If this is a marriage proposal, then it has to be the worst one ever.