I wonder if pain, the kind that doesn't just happen when your cat is killed, or when your aunt dies, but the kind that you have to live with... can it ever be a friend?

I'm so tired of waiting to grow up. Someday it will happen and I'll be the only person who can make me feel good or bad about anything I do.

This warm feeling of being needed, wanted, and special, like I was a treasure... was all I wanted to feel, forever.

I shall grow accustomed to the dark far easier than he to the light.