“you have to understand. i wasn't just thinking of me. i was thinking of her, too.”

“I wasn't just thinking of me. I was thinking of her, too.”

“I dont think that we're meant to understand it all the time. I think that sometimes we just have to have faith.”

“I like to think the world wasn't ready for me, but maybe the truth is that I wasn't ready for the world. I've always arrived too late for my life.”

“And I belive I am too, and if you think that is awful, then you dont understand a thing.”

“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.”