You've always been my best friend, my soul mate, and now I've fallen in love with you too. Why is that such a crime?

If I move, if I speak, if I so much as blink, I'm going to lose this battle.

I am overcome by a feeling of complete detachment. I am a mere object to these people. I am barely human any more.

As the light begins to intensify, so does my misery, and I wonder how it is possible to hurt so much when nothing is wrong.

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.

How can something so wrong feel so right?

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