I Clung To That Spark Of Hope,

You Guys Are So Caught Up In Your Polished Images And Your Passive-aggressive Comments That No One Ever Comes Right Out And Says Anything. Well, I'm Going To.

My Mind... It's Who I Am. I Think I'd Rather Suffer Any Other Injury In The World Than Have My Mind Tampered With.

I Don’t Belong To Anyone. I Make My Own Choices." "and You’re With Adrian," Said Dimitri. "but I Was Meant For You.

So,” I Said At Last, Staring At My Hands. “how’s, Uh, Your Car?” “i Left It Out On The Street. Figured It’ll Be Fine There While I’m Gone.

But When The Other End Of The Line Picked Up, It Was His Voicemail That Answered, Not The Man Himself. "i Know How Devastated You Must Be To Miss Me," His Cheery Voice Said, "but Leave A Message, And I'll Try To Ease Your Agony As Soon As Possible.