Maybe this is why Misty loved him. Loved you. Because you believed in her so much more than she did. You expected more from her than she did from herself.

I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. Then I ran some more.

The only thing I shy away from is non-consensual violence. I can't write a story where someone is a simple victim because it's boring.

Maybe self-improvement isn't the answer, maybe self-destruction is the answer.

Those who can forget the past are way ahead of the rest of us.

If I could wake up in a different place, at a different time, could I wake up as a different person?

I believe in something. But I don't believe that anything can hold a grudge for long enough to condemn its creation to eternal punishment. Nobody can hold a grudge that long, even God.