I’m starting to get used to this feeling of not caring about anything.

Never thought I’d intentionally sleep on a bathromm floor next to a toilet while sober, but I meant it when I said I would sleep anywhere with her.

Ultimately, it's my choice and only my choice.

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.

It's the people y'gotta watch out for. You never know who y'might meet, or what Ol' Man Fate has in store for yah.

I’m starting to get used to this feeling of not caring about anything.

Everybody starts out as strangers.