What's the point of living if you don't belong anywhere?
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.
What did she see in me? What does she see that I don't?
Stop trying to save me. You couldn't then; you can't now.
You won't know until it's over. You won't find me in time.
The sad truth is, they should never trust me.