Grown up? Me? I suppose I have. Killing things, and almost killing myself, must have changed me some, after all.

Evil is not intrinsic. It's fashioned.

School used to be an escape. Now it's just another place with too much pressure, too much confrontation, & so not enough joy.

It is hard to believe that something that seems so permanent was once so different. Change. I guess that really is one thing you can count on.

Falling in love with someone is the surest highway to hurt that I know. When the door to love opens, the window to control closes.

Don't you know? We're connected by an invisible chain. It's very long, very light. But also very strong. It can't rust. Can't break. And the only thing that can sever it is if you ever stop loving me.

Always before, I just said no, left it solidly there. I waver now. I want to share everything with him. Want to know what he knows, feel what he feels, share the same space he's in.