My brain was all right back then; it didn't get stuck in ruts.

And that was the closest I've ever come to an epiphany.

Time is a person-made concept.

She doesn't want to end up like me. At least I'm giving someone an example not to follow.

I want my brain to slide back into the slot it was meant to be in, rest there the way it did before the fall of last year, back when I was young, witty, and my teachers said I had incredible promise.

They always said on TV you could do anything you wanted, but here I was trying to do something and it wasn't working. I would never be able to do it.

If there is a next life, I hope it's in the past; I don't think the future will be any more handleable. I think it's a little harsh how the END button is red.