After a long moment I closed the freezer door. I wanted to lie down and press my cheek against the cool linoleum. Instead I reached out with my little finger and flipped the Barbie's head. It went thack thack against the door. I flipped it again. Thack thack. Whee. I had a new hobby.

And once again I found myself wondering, as I drifted off to stunned and unbelieving sleep:How do these terrible things always happen to me?

I sighed; as comforting as it may be to some of us, sarcasm, like youth, is wasted on the young.

Or was he saying, "Hi! Wanna play?" And I did. Of course I did.

I did not like this feeling of having feelings.

We can't always do what we think we have to do. So when there's nothing else you can do, you wait... No matter what... pressure... you might feel.

I had become a perfect fake human, saying the stupid and pointless things that humans say to each other all day long.