I know who I am—I don’t know if she’s Jamie or if she’s Marin, but I’m this girl, the one who doesn’t cherish her body, only her mind. The reckless one, the wondering one, always reaching, making others uncomfortable because she sees too much and speaks too freely. The one who hurts too much, feels too much, needs too much, and will take and take and take until there’s nothing left to take and, somehow, I’ll be the girl who’s still empty inside.
