Some Things Are Hard To Let Go

I’d Rather Eat Out Of A Can Than Be Strangled By A Faction.

Because Life Is Not Fair, Albert. And The World Is Conspiring Against You.

I Need The Protection Of Seeming Weak.

He Should Be The One To Die, Part Of Me Thinks. I Don't Want To Lose Him, Another Part Argues. I Don't Know Which Part To Believe.

I Look Older. Maybe It's The Short Hair Or Maybe It's Just That I Wear All That Has Happened Like A Mask. Either Way, I Always Thought I Would Be Happy When I Stopped Looking Like A Child. But All I Feel Is A Lump In My Throat. I Am No Longer The Daughter My Parents Knew. They Will Never Know Me As I Am Now.