Copy ImageYou get use to someone—start to like them, even—and they leave. In the end, everyone leaves
Rachel Ward
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Part of me wanted this more than anything else in the world—to have someone to hang out with, be like everyone else for a while. The rest of me screamed to get the hell out of there, not to get sucked in
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And just when I though things were starting to get better, everything had gone wrong again
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People just don't seem to get me. Don't understand that I need my space. Always telling me what to do. They think rules and routines and clean hands and your p's and q's will make everything all right. They haven't got a clue
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And then, a strangely comforting thought trickled through me—I had nothing, so I could do anything now. Anything I wanted. I had nothing left to lose
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