It’s degrading being routinely subjected to a battery of medical tests to ensure I continue to deserve a place in this new world.

The craving to touch her is like an itch I can't scratch.

This girl holds my heart in her hand and she's squishing it to nothing with her confession.

I remember how amazing it felt to be loved by him and how he was all I ever wanted.

Sorry has got to be the most over-used cliched get-out clause in the history of mankind. Tossed out flippantly without any real meaning or substance.

This was never what I wanted for us, but things change. Plans change. People change. I've faced the reality of my destiny and now I need to embrace that.

We've all changed; shaped by circumstances we've been thrust into, molded by the choices we've made.

No matter how many times I've thought that the worst is behind us, something else always happens to remind me that the worst is yet to come.

Part of me can't understand how Mom could do this. But there's that other part of me that can readily relate. Because I feel a pull in two different directions too.