At times like this, I'm thankful I don't feel love.

That's love? To let someone beat you and be hateful to you? These people are all so... Weak. Powerless to change their lives. I know the feeling. All you can do is take it. No one understands how it beats you down.

There's no reason to speak. I have nothing to say.

Sometimes I'd catch myself looking at my reflection in windows and wonder who I was. Where I was going. Then the image would change and it wouldn't be me, just some nebulous shadow person.

They didn't guarantee you'd come out a whole person.

Miracles don't happen. You make them happen. They're not wishes or dreams or candles on a cake. They're not impossible. Reality is real. It's totally and completely under my control.

I'd decided to write him and tell him to leave me alone. Please, in a nice way, go away, I really can't deal with you.