Heaven is comfort, but it's still not living.

Please don't let Daddy die Susie," he whispered. "I need him.

Our only kiss was like an accident- a beautiful gasoline rainbow.

I wanted to be the moron of the family, because morons seemed to have more fun, more freedom and more personality.

Each time I told my story, I lost a bit, the smallest drop of pain.

I was the girl he had chosen to kiss. He wanted, somehow to set me free. He didn't want to burn my photo or toss it away, but he didn't want to look at me anymore, either.

If I shut my eyes, I believed, I would disappear. To make it through, I had to be present the whole time.