“I never cry at the normal stuff. I cry if So You Think You Can Dance doesn't record on the DVR, or if a boy I shared my first kiss with has gone weird on me. But even then, I don't cry instantly. It wells up, pools under my skin, creates a clot. And then I'll, like, spill potato chips all over the kitchen floor, and the clot will break open and I'll cry over Ruffles, but not real life.”
Book:Nate Expectations
