What did she see in me? What does she see that I don't?

I hope they remember the good stuff, when I was a baby, a toddler, when they still had hopes and dreams for their little girl, their miracle child. In truth they were good to me. They were only doing what they knew how to do; what they thought was best.

As they were carting him off on a gurney, all I could think was, I wish that was me.

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

My room is cleared. My head is cleared. Earlier, around dawn, I took out the last load of trash. I look around and see what's left. Nothing. There is no more Daelyn Rice. As I was. As I am. Or will become. I'm a blank slate

Girls scare me more than boys. Boys are cruel. Girls are mean.

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.