March 8, 2002
gripping, this story. spends her time wandering, forced to cease being anything at all. seeks one by one in chronological order those who have pushed her farther away from herself. now become two selves, to halves, to pieces of a puzzle, neither of them fitting. pissed, hurt, broken. all she had was herself, and now she's lost the only person she knew to be real. she's been stripped of her own life. none of the others stopped to think about how they would have felt if they were in the same uncertain position. but they never were. now, never will.