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

Take it as a token. Because tomorrow when I go, I want you to believe friends are possible.

Do what, Kim? Lead a normal life? Too late. Way too late.

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

I've never been afraid of the dark. I'm more afraid of the day, of people. I love the night. The solitude. Well, I don't love it. I don't feel love. I hate people, so I hope when I get there it isn't crowded. I hope the light is a momentary phenomenon and the other side is completely black. And silent.

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

I'm all she's got and if I don't make it this time . . ." You'll pass through the light. A ribbon of guilt twists my stomach. I'm all Kim and Chip have too. But the difference is, they'll be better off without me.