Where we are going, I don't know. It doesn't seem to be the place that is important but the steps in between.

Words have longer lives than people.

You've always been two people. The Jenna who wants to please and the Jenna who secretly resents in. They won't break, you know. Your parents never thought you were perfect. You did.

I still cry on waking. I'm not sure why. I feel nothing. Nothing I can name, anyway. It's like breathing - something that happens over which I have no control. (6)

Where we are going, I don't know. It doesn't seem to be the place that is important but the steps in between.

Awareness There is a dark place. A place where I have no eyes, no mouth. No words. I can't cry out because I have no breath. The silence is so deep I want to die. But I can't. The darkness and silence go on forever. It is not a dream. I don't dream.

Sometimes there's not a better way. Sometimes there's only the hard way.