I don't have alot of people to talk to. Not alot of people are worth my time.

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

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

Trust. That was what this was all about. If you can't trust the one you love, you don't have anything.

Why couldn't I have a fatal disease? It'd be so much easier.

This is my fault. Mine. Making her think I'd be here for her.

No one else knows I'm alive, which means they won't notice when I'm gone.