I Will Be My Undoing If I

I Catch Myself Thinking 'thank God For This' Out Of Habit, And Then I Understand What He's So Concerned About. What If My Parents' God, Their Whole Belief System, Is Just Something Concocted By A Bunch Of Scientists To Keep Us Under Control? And Not Just Their Beliefs About God And Whatever Else Is Out There, About Right And Wrong, About Selfishness?

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

She Taught Me All About Real Sacrifice. That It Should Be Done From Love, Not Misplace Disgust For Another Person's Genetics.

I Want To Break Something, Or Hit Something, But I Am Afraid To Move, So I Start Crying Instead.

If Eric Thinks I Did Something Right, I Must Have Done It Wrong.