“I wish I knew. It might make me miss him more clearly. It might have made sad sense.”

“Nothing made sense to me anymore. I knew I was young, I knew I was small. But I was worried that I might already be ruined.”

“someday you might be sad, when you might wish to talk to me but i might not able to do so”

“You haven’t missed me for one fucking minute. You have never for one single second in your entire pathetic fucking life missed me. You might have missed fucking with my head, and you might have missed the satisfaction you so clearly got from demolishing me, but those are your emotions you’re missing, not mine. I’m afraid I can’t help you.”

“It was a promise she knew I might not be able to keep. But I made it anyway because I was going to find a way to make it true.”

“There was no logic or any sense of purpose except that I knew I had to do something other than what I was doing, or I might not make it through this.”