I won't be alive so I won't care who finds me.

Yet, when we talked, when we were together, she seemed so familiar. Seemed to know who I was, where I was coming from. She knew me better than I knew myself, I think. She was easy to be with. And I wanted to be with her, like all the time.

She responds by kissing me harder and longer and deeper. She loves me too. She's just afraid.

I know it's hard on her. If I don't tell her she'll kill me." He pauses. "That was supposed to be funny.

What's the point of living if you don't belong anywhere?

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

Because no one can be trusted.