Because no one can be trusted.

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

Everyone's a liar. Everyone I've ever known.

Your failures and your faults, they stick with you. They glob into ugly, cancerous growths inside you and make you want to die.

People don't change. There are two kinds of people in the world: winners and losers. Black and white. I don't know where gray fits in, or if you can even live in that shade.

Our eyes met across the crowded room, like in the movies, except we didn't share a knowing smile and race into each other's arms. Instead I fell into the trash can.

Yet, when we talked, when we were together, she seemed so familiar. Seemed to know who I was, where I was coming from. She knew me better than I knew myself, I think. She was easy to be with. And I wanted to be with her, like all the time.