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

With determination and purpose, I head into the light.

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

I don't have to answer. Until you know the question.

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.

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.

Oh sure. Because we always talk about deep down stuff.