My room is cleared. My head is cleared. Earlier, around dawn, I took out the last load of trash. I look around and see what's left. Nothing. There is no more Daelyn Rice. As I was. As I am. Or will become. I'm a blank slate

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

I'd decided to write him and tell him to leave me alone. Please, in a nice way, go away, I really can't deal with you.

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.

No one else knows I'm alive, which means they won't notice when I'm gone.

Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.

I have no intent. I have no reason to live, that's all. When I'm gone, I don't want to be remembered.