Something stirred beneath my skin, some being inside I'd only suspected existed, demon or angel, I couldn't say.

I wish I were worthy of his love. (Any love.)I should tell him to run. But I can't. I need him.

Addiction is rarely conquered alone.

But then, my entire life is bullshit. The best things in it have vanished, ghosts. Ghosts I'll admit I created.

When did creating a flawless facade become a more vital goal than learning to love the person who lives inside your skin?

I know he wants to get serious. He's definitely not a player, not a poser, not a loser, not a user.

I can't change what has happened in the past, Kaeleigh. I can only promise to make the future better.