Never question the sanity of a woman who can render you defenseless with a look.

I'm going to die a virgin. I like the thought if it. So pure.

She's still doing it, pushing me into situations I can't handle, making me cope. She knows I can't cope.

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

I may be fat and ugly, but I'm not stupid. If anyone had ever gotten past my looks, they might've noticed I have a brain.

My parents will be sad for a while, and they may even blame themselves, the way they do now. Eventually they'll come to peace with my decision. I hope they'll realize I'm finally at peace.

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