“This is how it is now. This is my life.”
“Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.”
“It's only now, looking back, that I see how you patched through my walls, and entered my life, in waves.”
“My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight?”
“And now I am here, as alone as I've ever been. I am seventeen years old. This is not how it's suppose to be. This is not how my life is suppose to turn out.”
“I thought about how I had now let a self-proclaimed lunatic into my house twice and considered the possibility that my life needed sorting out.”