What will I become? Because I won't be me any longer. That will be a relief. I dont want to be the helpless person I've always been.
Secrets. I can't take then with me. If I do, when I go, when I arrive at my final destination, I'll be . . . impure.
I wish I was invisible to him, to everyone.
What I know is you can't go back. You can't press delete and re-key your life.
The sad truth is, they should never trust me.
I won't be alive so I won't care who finds me.