I Was Perfect- Not Healed, But As

I Shuddered At The Image In My Head, At The Word Feed. But Jasper Wasn’t Worried About Frightening Me, Not Overprotective Like Edward Always Was.

I Tried, After I Wrote 'twilight,' To Read 'the Historian,' Because It Was The Big Thing That Summer. But I Can't Read Other People's Vampires. If It's Too Close, I Get Upset; If It's Too Far Away, I Get Upset. It Just Makes Me Very Neurotic.

I Was Consumed By The Mystery Edward Presented. And More Than A Little Obsessed By Edward Himself. Stupid, Stupid, Stupid. I Wasn't As Eager To Escape Forks As I Should Be, As Any Normal, Sane Person Would Be.

Let Her See Me Clearly.

After A Few Decades, Everyone You Know Will Be Dead. Problem Solved.