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

Girls scare me more than boys. Boys are cruel. Girls are mean.

Me? I had no dreams. No longings. Dreams only set you up for disappointment. Plus, you had to have a life to have dreams of a better life.

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.

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.

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

Would I cheat to save my soul? No. But to save my G.P.A.? Yes.