After the death of Augustus Waters, she's trying to move on with her life and do more than just sleep on her bed. Her mom wants her to actually do something with her life, so she sends her to a community college. Hazel hates it at first. Everyone lo...
It has been a year since it happened. He happened. Everything is now so different without Augustus Waters. The love of my life. It wasn't supposed to be him. It was supposed to be me. It was going to be me. But everything changed so fast. So quickly. So sudden, I didn't have time to think. To blink. To say goodbye.
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Lying in my bed was my best hobby. It was my only hobby. Not counting my "An Imperial Affliction" book obsession. But that's a different story. You know when someone is really good at sport, and they like the sports a lot? Well, that was kind of me. But of course it isn't a sport for me. It's sleeping. If there was a Hall of Fame section for sleeping, my picture would probably be there every single year.
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I was lying down on my bed, with none of the covers on me. Lying there with my arms crossed like a dead person. The funny part is, I'm am dead. Metaphorically. I always like to daydream about lying in the same position, but not on a bed. On grass. Sometimes with my tubes, sometimes without. And when I don't have that dream, I have a dream that's always a little off. But I don't share that dream with anyone. No one.
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