Don’t worry about me handling the pain," I say. "I’ve had a lot of practice.

Our ability to know about ourselves and the world is what makes us human

So small as to be negligible. It's strange, but there's something in that thought that makes me feel almost...free.

I keep finding myself stifled by the company of others and then crippled by loneliness when I leave them. I am terrified and I don't even know of what, because I have lost everything already.

My dear girl. I am his family. I am permanent. You are only temporary.

I don't want to try to live up to someone who's created something so incredible. I'm just trying to focus on what I'm doing and what I do best. It's sometimes hard to focus in and only think about my books rather than how they measure up to someone else's.

I love you" I say. "I love you, too" he says. "I'll see you soon.