“Your glass seems like it will always be half full even it falls down and shatters to pieces”

“Your glass seems like it will always be half full even it falls down and shatters to pieces”

“To whomever is writing this book, what do you want from me? I need to know my calling. Why was I chosen? Why not Lee? Why not Susan March? Why me? What is my purpose? Please let it be more than to destroy a life and embarrass another. I need to know. I am suffering. You are a constant headache. Anywhere I go, I can hear you, I can feel you. I want to be like the others, ignorant of this.”

“Your glass seems like it will always be half full even it falls down and shatters to pieces”