"I always worry about you, sweetie," she says.
That's the problem.
I'm sick of people treating me like Sullivan or my illness defines me. Sure, for a long time Sullivan was a big part of my life... well, until he started cheating on me and using drugs to get himself through the day. I felt so alone when I was with him the past few months, it was as if we weren't even friends. At first I hadn't wanted to believe that our relationship was changing. The truth was he was changing and left me in the dust.
I need to get my mind off the guilt I've been feeling since Sullivan died. When I'm at the auto body shop, I forget about feeling guilty. I forget about being sad. I actually feel like I have a purpose.
Isabel doesn't treat me like I'm fragile. She doesn't care that I'm from Fremont or tha
