At the age of five she has already come to terms with one of the life's harshest lessons: that the world isn't fair.

Get through today – you can fall apart tomorrow. Get through tomorrow, you can fall apart the day after . . .

The sight of such aching beauty would infuse his soul with pain.

Trying to describe my life and feelings to you is like trying to describe coulours to the blind, or music to the deaf. It's simply not possible.

This whole time, my whole life, that harsh, stony path was leading up to this one point. I followed it blindly, stumbling along the way, scraped and weary, without any idea of where it was leading, without ever realizing that with every step I was approaching the light at the end of a very long, dark tunnel. And now that I've reached it, now that I'm here, I want to catch it in my hand, hold onto it forever to look back on - the point at which my new life really began.

...and my loneliness, always my loneliness - that airless bubble of despair that is slowing stifling me.

It's always nice being wanted. Even if it's by the wrong person.