For the last six months my life has been sliding out of control, but even in my worst dreams I'd never imagined that it could get this bad. My father's a drunk. My boyfriend's a selfish pig. And a week ago, my best friend "committed" suicide. To top it all off, I have to climb into some weird freakin' suit every few hours to keep from looking like a reject from Dawn of the Dead. My name's Candice Crowe.