He bends over to untie his shoes. “So, have you been ostracized from your little crowd of devotees?” “No,” I say automatically. Then I add, “Maybe. But they aren’t my devotees.” “Please. They’re like the Cult of Four.” I can’t help but laugh. “Jealous? Wish you had a Cult of Psychopaths to call your very own?

I've done without doing things, like sleeping and eating, but I need to write.

And sometimes, if you want the truth, you have to demand it.

What do I believe? I do not know; I do not know; I do not know.

Maybe there's more we all could have done, but we just have to let the guilt remind us to do better next time.

And I'm the kind of person who does not let inconsequential things like boys and near death experiences stop her.

Christina,'i say,'The factionless have all the guns.