I'm sick of doing bad things and liking it and then wondering what's wrong with me. I want it to be over. I want to start again.

I understand why she did all those things, but that doesn't mean we aren't still broken.

Take a person’s memories, and you change who they are.

Morning," I say. "Shh," she says. "If you don't acknowledge it, maybe it will go away.

I suppose that now would be the time to ask for forgiveness for all the things I've done, but I'm sure my list would never be complete. I also don't believe that whatever comes after life depends on my correctly reciting a list of my transgressions...I don't believe that what comes after depends on anything I do at all.

Decades ago, our ancestors realized that it is not just political ideology, religious belief, race, or nationalism that is to blame for a warring world. Rather, they determined that it was the fault of human personality - of humankind's inclination towards evil, in whatever form that is. They divided into factions that sought to eradicate those qualities they believed responsible for the world's disarray.

How strange that something so simple could have been instrumental in my decision to ruin one of my most relationships and friendships, and damage another.