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.

Trust. That was what this was all about. If you can't trust the one you love, you don't have anything.

I close my eyes and black out the day. The exhaustion of living through it, surviving.

I got singled out. I don't know why. Why do people always target me? Is it because I'm short and they figure I can't fight back? They're right, I can't, but it's not because I'm vertically challenged.

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.

Do what, Kim? Lead a normal life? Too late. Way too late.

Miracles don't happen. You make them happen. They're not wishes or dreams or candles on a cake. They're not impossible. Reality is real. It's totally and completely under my control.