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

I close my eyes and black out the day. The exhaustion of living through it, surviving.

As they were carting him off on a gurney, all I could think was, I wish that was me.

Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.

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.

You won't know until it's over. You won't find me in time.

Who becomes you? No one. No one should become me. When I die, I don't want my body or soul inhabited. I wouldn't wish me on anyone.