You said I don’t exist in one life. What if each of these lives are designed to teach you a lesson so you have the tools to save yourself when you’re alone?” His words strike a strange truth inside me. Do I need saving?

Why try to fit in when you were born to stand out?” “I’m nothing special. I’m drowning,” I whisper. “Then kick out. Put one arm in front of the other. That’s all there is to swimming.

I’m William James Carter. My friends call me Will,” he says. “I’m Lucy Janette Phillips,” I reply. “Nice to meet you, LJ,” he says. Warmth flows through my body. I have a nickname.

I’d scream, but I have no voice. The bullies stole it from me

She has a long journey ahead of her. She doesn’t need to hear she will lose before she even begins

I'm done with those; regrets are an excuse for people who have failed... Don't ask for guarantees. And don't look to be saved in any one thing, person, machine, or library. Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were heading for shore..