“By the time I twenty, I was just like everyone else. I still am”
“I fear that I am ordinary, just like everyone.”
“I am constantly torn between killing myself and killing everyone around me. Those seem to be the two choices. Everything else is just killing time.”
“You think that because I am unwanted, because I am neglected and-and discarded-" My voice inches higher with every word, the unrestrained emotions suddenly screaming through my lungs. "You think I don't have a heart? You think I don't feel? You think that because I can inflict pain, that I should? You're just like everyone else. You think I'm a monster just like everyone else. You don't understand me at all.”
“I just wanted a chance. You know. Like everyone else.”