This is my vision-what I imagine I'll pass through on my way to the light. The blue sky, the clouds, the rays of light.

Yeah, I loved her. I couldn't help it. She was my brother.

I hated him. I hated them all. They made me hate myself even more than I already did.

Don't choose me. I'm not worth your time.

Your failures and your faults, they stick with you. They glob into ugly, cancerous growths inside you and make you want to die.

Miracles don't happen. You make them happen. They're not wishes or dreams or candles on a cake. They're not impossible. Reality is real. It's totally and completely under my control.

But she never just accepted me for the way I was.