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.

Out of the millions and millions of people that inhabit this planet, he is one of the tiny few I can never have.

And this is something I must accept - even if, like acid on metal, it is slowly corroding me inside.

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

How-how can we make it against the whole world?

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?

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