Yeah, I loved her. I couldn't help it. She was my brother.
I'm sorry you don't get it, Mom. Sometimes I don't get why I do the things I do. I just know I wake up every morning and wish I was dead.
The sad truth is, they should never trust me.
At times like this, I'm thankful I don't feel love.
Why are people so cruel? What did I ever do to them?
You would never understand, Kim. You think I'm normal; you wish I was.