Funny how certain things stay with you.

It's amazing how close I have been, all this time, to my old life. And yet the distance that divides me from it is vast.

I feel an overwhelming rush of sadness... I'm just struck with a sense of time passing so quickly, rushing forward. One day I'll wake up and my whole life will be behind me, and it will seem to have gone as quickly as a dream.

A room full of words that are nearly the truth but not quite, each note fluttering off the steam of its rose like a broken butterfly wing.

Mice? Fine. Flying mice? Not so fine.

I am now officially married to Fred Hargrove. Nothing will ever be the same.

This is not the person I wanted to become: Hatred has carved a permanent place inside me, a hollow where things are so easily lost.