This is my fault. Mine. Making her think I'd be here for her.

What will I become? Because I won't be me any longer. That will be a relief. I dont want to be the helpless person I've always been.

I had to fight so hard not to cry.

It was all about hate. There should be laws. We're there laws? Can you legislate against hatred?

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

That earns him a smack with my book bag. "Ow." He clutches his arm. "What do you have in there? Books?" A grin snakes across his face. "I like my women feisty." He adds, "I like my broken.

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