“If people did not fear me so, how could anyone tolerate me?”

“I wonder why they still love me and why I can't love them back and how two normal stable people could have created something like me, lived with something like me, and tolerated something like me.”

“Liar," she spat. "Because the only way anyone will ever be okay with me is if they love me. Really love me enought to not care that I'm damaged. You don't love people. You have sex with them. So how could you want to be with me?”

“How did people do this - swallow all their fears and trust someone else so implicitly with every imperfection and fear they had...”

“If people could see me the way I see myself - if they could live in my memories - would anyone love me?”

“How sad. How frightening. To be filled with so much hate that you could not even rejoice in the healing of a child...How did anyone ever come to that point?”