What The Hell Happened To Pluto?!

I Could Picture Life—school And Everything Else—continuing On Without Me. But I Could Not Picture My Funeral. Not At All. Mostly Because I Couldn’t Imagine Who Would Attend Or What They Would Say.

But I Need To Wake Up Somehow. Or Maybe Not. Maybe It’s Best To Get Through The Day Half-asleep. Maybe That’s The Only Way To Get Through Today.

I Left. When I Should Have Stayed.

I Wanted People To Trust Me, Despite Anything They'd Heard. And More Than That, I Wanted Them To Know Me. Not The Stuff They Thought They Knew About Me. No, The Real Me. I Wanted Them To Get Past The Rumors. To See Beyond The Relationships I Once Had, Or Maybe Still Had But That They Didn't Agree With.

The Road To Publication Is Like A Churro - Long And Bumpy, But Sweet.