You won't know until it's over. You won't find me in time.

They didn't guarantee you'd come out a whole person.

Who becomes you? No one. No one should become me. When I die, I don't want my body or soul inhabited. I wouldn't wish me on anyone.

How does he do it? Live. With the fear of death every day. I don't fear death as much as I fear the thought of living.

His eyes are like a telescope. I look into them and I'm transported across the universe to a world I've never been.

Sometimes I'd catch myself looking at my reflection in windows and wonder who I was. Where I was going. Then the image would change and it wouldn't be me, just some nebulous shadow person.

That's love? To let someone beat you and be hateful to you? These people are all so... Weak. Powerless to change their lives. I know the feeling. All you can do is take it. No one understands how it beats you down.