I am a runner. That's what I do. That's who I am. Running is all I know, or want, or care about.

All of a sudden I didn't fit in anywhere. Not at school, not at home...and every time I turned around, another person I'd known forever felt like a stranger to me. Even I felt like a stranger to me.

I operate under the assumption that people don't notice the good in me. That's just how things always seem to play out. I get blamed, while con-artist kids like Venus, and Camille, and Gemma get believed. But the rescue lady noticed. In the background, just observing, she noticed.

Sometimes a little discomfort in the beginning can save a whole lot of pain down the road.

It's disturbing how fast weeds take root in my garden of worthiness. They're so hard to pull. And grow back so easily.

You want me to be a man,older than you, who goes by the name of Roullard.

One's character is set at an early age. The choices you make now will affect you for the rest of your life. I hate to see you swim out so far you can't swim back.