But inside or out, I was alone, and I was beginning to wonder if I always had been, if I always would be.

They want you to think that darkness or evil is only something that gets inflicted on you by the outside world, but I know better, and I think the freak does, too. Sometimes the darkness lives inside you, and sometimes it wins.

—I don't want to lose you —Then why are you the one that keeps letting go?

I used to dream about turning back time, about reclaiming the things I'd lost and the person I used to be.

I'm a monster, you know. I'm one of the dangerous ones. No you aren't, he promised. Your one of us.

Because she knows what it's like to live in a world of black, and black, and the tiny bit of white, but when she escaped it, she didn't find the rainbow of colors, the dresses, the singing, the dancing. She only found ugliness.

And people like you are the reason we have middle fingers.