David Senra

Julianne loved me and didn't have an exploitive or malicious bone in her body.

Inside, I knew that, but I was out where the buses don't run.

He's lost in his mind.

And couldn't center myself around the truth.

I was sliding back towards a chasm where fear, rage, distrust, insecurity made war with my better angels.

Once again, it was the fear of having something.

He italicizes a lot of these words and he's talking about what he's fearful of.

staying is italicized a lot having is italicized a lot loving is italicized a lot i mean i don't know if it's i'm pretty sure i'll go over this later he literally talks about the fact that he thought he was so unlovable that he would start to hate the people that loved him because he didn't think he deserved it and yet at the same time it's what he wants most in the world

which is where the book really flips and catches you by surprise because you think that work, we're 400 pages, 332 pages into the book.

So far it's all been, I'm obsessed with work.

All I want to do is work.

And you realize that's not even his top priority in life.

And of course, if he feels this way, he's not the only human being that feels this way.

This is why these stories are so important.

Once again, it was the fear of having something, allowing something into my life, someone loving that was setting off a myriad of bells and whistles and a fierce reaction.

Who would care for me?

Who would love me?

The real me, the me I knew who resided inside my easygoing facade.

He has a mask.

I was scared, but I did not want to scare the wits out of my young bride.