"I got out of hell because I wanted to be happy. I wanted to be free to do what I wanted, not exist for someone else to toy with. But I'm still imprisoned. I'm imprisoning myself because I can't let go that something might happen, that someone in the world will recognize me and contact those who probably want me back - just to destroy me. But living in anticipation for that, dreading that, trying to prepare for it, and being skeptical of everyone - that's not really living, is it?"