Sometimes I Feel Like There Is So

That Quality Frightens Me Now, Because I Know What He Told Me: That I Was Broken, That I Was Worthless, That I Was Nothing. How Many Of Those Things Did He Make Me Believe?

What's Worse: To Be Idle While Someone Dies, Or To Be Exiled And Empty-handed?

Evil Depends On Where You're Standing.

Maybe It's A Little Depressing To Think That My Vision Of A Perfect World Is Actually So Messed Up, But I Think It Means That I Don't Really Understand What 'perfect' Is.

People, Even Genetically Damaged People, Make Choices. That’s What Matters.’