I shouldn't have been there. I should never have been born.

She responds by kissing me harder and longer and deeper. She loves me too. She's just afraid.

I hope they remember the good stuff, when I was a baby, a toddler, when they still had hopes and dreams for their little girl, their miracle child. In truth they were good to me. They were only doing what they knew how to do; what they thought was best.

I hear you. I just don't believe a word you say.

I may be fat and ugly, but I'm not stupid. If anyone had ever gotten past my looks, they might've noticed I have a brain.

You would never understand, Kim. You think I'm normal; you wish I was.

Who will see you through the darkness? "Me," I key in the answer. "I'll find my own way.