I am no longer content to be the scared, obedient schoolgirl. Who are you, a stranger, to tell me what I can and cannot do?

This is the world we live in, Gemma, for better or for worse. Make of it what you can," he says, and I pull him to me.

I think about dying every day, because I can't stop thinking about living.

Because 'You're perfect just the way you are,' is what your guidance counselor says. And she's an alcoholic.

Oh, I've a love, a true, true love, who waits upon yon shore... and if my love won't be my love, then I will live no more.

In the end, I take my shoes off and stick my feet in, letting the lukewarm water lick at my ankles. It feels good, and not just because I’m stoned. I make a mental note to add this to Dulcie’s list of things worth living for. For some reason, I keep seeing her rolling her eyes at me, that big, goofy grin stretching her face like Silly Putty. On my private list, I add her smile. She doesn’t have to know.

There's no such thing as nothing. In every nothing, there's a something. In fact, there could be everything!