I didn't tell him. And I never told her the whole truth. What would it matter? There was nothing she could do; nothing anyone can do or will do.

With determination and purpose, I head into the light.

I just want the pain to end.

I'd decided to write him and tell him to leave me alone. Please, in a nice way, go away, I really can't deal with you.

Really? It seems too good to be true. I don't trust it. I don't trust anyone.

Like anyone cared where I was, or who I was.

You can't trust machines. You can't trust people.