her. I want to believe that it’s true, that someone could love me, that the only difference between me and everyone else is the fact that they believe that they’re good. But people don’t actually know themselves, and if they found out what they were really like, they’d be terrified. Do you think I ever considered myself capable of…that a monster could leap out of me at any moment…Not in a million years! I thought I was a good person.
