What you see, isn't always what you get
I'm going to die a virgin. I like the thought if it. So pure.
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.
Yeah, I loved her. I couldn't help it. She was my brother.
Your failures and your faults, they stick with you. They glob into ugly, cancerous growths inside you and make you want to die.
My room is cleared. My head is cleared. Earlier, around dawn, I took out the last load of trash. I look around and see what's left. Nothing. There is no more Daelyn Rice. As I was. As I am. Or will become. I'm a blank slate