I can't tell you about my first kiss.
Fact is, I don't remember it.
You want to know what I do remember?
Of all the things my mind can hold onto in excruciating detail.
I remember the day after I turned 15. The day before went by as just another day.
I tried to hug my mom and tell her I love her. She turned away from me and said "you're not worth living for".