She sticks her tongue out at me and crosses her eyes. Not sure why that made me want to do her in the backseat, but to each his own, I guess.

The moment you see someone attractive, you can't help but make note of it. It's human nature.

Oh, this is going to be fun; he actually thinks he's teaching me something.

I don’t know what I’m doing, or where I’m going, but I do know that I want to do whatever it is and get there soon.

Victor Faust did much more than help me escape a life of abuse and servitude. He changed me. He changed the landscape of my dreams, the dreams I had every day about living ordinarily and free and on my own. He changed the colors on the palette from primary to rainbow—as dark as the colors of that rainbow may be.

Yesterday I thought about why I felt the need to get up at exactly the same time as the day before and do everything I did the day before. Why? What compels any of us to do the things we do when deep down a part of us just wants to break free from it all?

all I want to do is pull her against me and hold her until we both die.