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

I hated him. I hated them all. They made me hate myself even more than I already did.

I'd decided to write him and tell him to leave me alone. Please, in a nice way, go away, I really can't deal with you.

There's always a way out. All you have to do is take it.

With determination and purpose, I head into the light.

...When I asked [my dad why the sky was blue] he said it was because God's a boy. If God were a girl, the sky would be pink. 'What about sunrise and sunset?' I'd asked. Dad had looked dumbfounded. 'You kids. You think too much.' It frightened me how shallow the gene pool was that Liam and I were wading in.

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.