I lacked so much self respect that I let other people tell me who I am. And I let them be wrong... and nodded along. Yes, yes, whatever you say, you’ve known me for years, you must be right about me. I don’t recognise myself in your words... but you must know best.

People form opinions all the time, make judgments, sometimes try to dictate how I should live and love, though at the end of the day, they’re only working with a fraction of the story. I have the whole book, written from the one point of view that matters most because I’m the one living it.