...When I asked [my dad why the sky was blue] he said it was because God's a boy. If God were a girl, the sky would be pink. 'What about sunrise and sunset?' I'd asked. Dad had looked dumbfounded. 'You kids. You think too much.' It frightened me how shallow the gene pool was that Liam and I were wading in.

Mom's eyes blazed. "Are you sleeping with her?" Oh, god. Did we have to do this here? Now? "Well, actually," I smirked, "we don't get a lot of sleep.

That same piercing screech in her voice every time at the hospital. "Do something!" When I slit my wrists. "Help her!" The last time too. "Somebody help her. Help us!" You're helpless, both of you. All of us.

At times like this, I'm thankful I don't feel love.

How will you be remembered? As a loner and a loser.

What will I become? Because I won't be me any longer. That will be a relief. I dont want to be the helpless person I've always been.

Secrets. I can't take then with me. If I do, when I go, when I arrive at my final destination, I'll be . . . impure.