I don't know and I don't care anymore. I was supposed to have my way for once, just once in my life. I did everything right and I got nothing for it. I want to kill them all. no, better yet, I want to die. No, even bettter than that: I want to kill them all then die.

This is why I forgive, but I don't forget. When you forget someone, the forgiveness doesn't mean anything anymore.

If I think she' hot and it turns out she's a psychopath, then what does that say about me? I'm totally not ready for that kind of therapy.

And I think of nothing. I think of nothing but Rachel. What happens next is pure magic, and is for us and us alone.

Anger was a waste of time and energy. Anger was useless."Anger" was the label given to the emotion that accomplished nothing.

Cars are little privacy cocoons that we take with us. If you could refuel while driving you could, theoretically, stay moving forever.

A river of images and thoughts and feelings, dirtied and polluted so that no one could drink from it without gagging.