I wish I hadn't. I wish I'd fought for you. I was weak and stupid.

I feel like he's taking advantage of me. Advantage of my illness. He thinks he can rewrite history in any way that he likes and I will never know, never be any the wiser. But I do know. I know exactly what he's doing. And so I don’t trust him. In the end he is pushing me away, Dr. Nash. Ruining everything.

I want him to be happy. And I want you to be happy, too. Even if you can only find that happiness without me.

I am an adult, but a damaged one.

There were never going to be any happy endings for me. I know that now. But that is all right.

Work. Write. Read. Keep putting words on the page, because that's the only way you'll get better.

There are memories I a better off without. Things better lost forever.