About how to tell sad stories On the one hand

You can sugarcoat it. That nothing is too messed up that can't be fixed

with a Peter Gabriel song

I like that version as much as the next girl does

It's just not the truth. This is the truth...

Make some friends. - Sorry. - My bad.

I'm Augusta Waters. I have been in remission for about a year and a half.

Maybe you'd like to share some of your fears with the group?

Fears? Oblivion.

What's your name? - Hazel - What's your full name? - Hazel Grace Lancaster

Why are you staring at me? - 'cause your beautiful.

So, what's your story?

I was first diagnosed when I was thirteen... - No, No, Your real story.

I am quite unextraordinary. - I reject that

out of hand.

You know, Gus talks about you all the time. - We're just friends.

I hope you realize that you trying to keep your distance for me in no way lessens my

affection for you

Gus, I'm a grenade. One day I'm gonna blow up

and I'm gonna obliterate everything in my wake

and I don't wanna hurt you.

You don't get to choose if you'll get hurt in this world, but you do have a say in who hurts you.

I'm in love with you Hazel Grace. And I know that love is just a shout into the

void, and that oblivion is inevitable

and I am in love with you. All your efforts to keep me from you gonna fail.

We are a mess

Are you angry? - So angry. - I think you need to break something.

You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I can't tell you how thankful

I am, for our little Infinity.

To good life. Hazel Grace. Okay?

Okay.