"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

I just finished my first semester of college, and it got me thinking that soon I’ll be the same age you were when you passed. I don’t like this thought; it reminds me that I am growing older, but you aren’t. That at some point, I’ll have lived longer than you did, and I’ll make memories that you would never get that chance to make. But then again, maybe I’m wrong; maybe you lived too many days then could fit into your nineteen years on earth, and it was overwhelming. maybe that’s why you did what you did. Maybe that’s why you stole yourself away from us. I can’t understand why that was your final choice, after you filled your day with doing so much good for others, but that confusion is something that I have to live with, and not you. I wish you had stuck around to fill the rest of the days with good.