The things they say!A truck driver would blush.I would never talk that wayto Trevor he walks on water.I want him to think I do too.For a while, he did, or at leasthe pretended to.I did things with TrevorI wouldn't dare to confessto anyone—things I didn'tknow anyone did.But he wanted me to,so I did. That's what you dowhen you love someone,right?

It doesn't matter how the gun fell into the wrong hands. It only matters that it did.

Funny thing about the monster.The worse he treats you, the more you love him.

Hurt. Enough to want to make someone else hurt too.

Does wanting to die equal losing your mind?

I felt angry, frustrated.I felt I didn't belong, not in my,church, not in my home, not in my skin.