I'm starting to think, though, that some things never get that. The replay, and all. So at some point you have to make peace with it as it is, not keep waiting for a chance to change it

It was kind of soothing, these sounds of lives being lived all around me, for better or for worse. And there I was, in the middle of them all, newly reborn and still waiting for mine to begin.

I was so scared about being discovered, but nobody came. Nobody heard. In my own ears, though, my sobs sounded primal and scary, like something I would have turned off if I'd been able to.

Morning would come before we knew it. It always did. But we still had the night, and for now, we were together, so I just closed my eyes and drank it all in.

How weird was it that so many bits and pieces, all diverse, could make something whole. Something with potential. 'Perfect.

Leaving was easy. It was everything else that was so damned hard.

I hated high school. I was not the greatest student, participated in no activities, and spent most of my time hanging out in my parking lot.