“Is this freedom? Is it happiness? I don't know. I don't care anymore. It is different--it is being alive.”

“For a second, I feel a sense of overwhelming grief: for how things change, for the fact that we can never go back. I'm not certain of anything anymore. I don't know what will happen--”

“I'm overwhelmed with sadness for everything that was lost, and filled with anger toward the people who took it away. My people-or at least, my old people. I don't know who I am anymore, or where I belong.That's not totally true...I know I belong with Alex.”

“It will kill me, it will kill me, it will kill me. And I don't care.”

“Don't you get that yet? You don't know shit about me, I don't know shit about you. You don't even know shit about you.”

“You don't know shit about me, I don't know shit about you. You don't even know shit about you.”

“Names don't mean a thing anymore. The past is dead.”