People don't change. There are two kinds of people in the world: winners and losers. Black and white. I don't know where gray fits in, or if you can even live in that shade.
I don't sleep. All night long I'm wide awake, thinking, Secrets, secrets, secrets. There are secrets in my past no one needs to know. Secrets in my present that might kill Kim and Chip. I don't want to take my secrets with me when I go. When I pass through the light, i want to be free of everything and everyone.
Trust. That was what this was all about. If you can't trust the one you love, you don't have anything.
I don't have alot of people to talk to. Not alot of people are worth my time.
You can't trust machines. You can't trust people.
There's no reason to speak. I have nothing to say.
Do what, Kim? Lead a normal life? Too late. Way too late.
She's still doing it, pushing me into situations I can't handle, making me cope. She knows I can't cope.
No one else knows I'm alive, which means they won't notice when I'm gone.
This is my vision-what I imagine I'll pass through on my way to the light. The blue sky, the clouds, the rays of light.
Never question the sanity of a woman who can render you defenseless with a look.
I'm all she's got and if I don't make it this time . . ." You'll pass through the light. A ribbon of guilt twists my stomach. I'm all Kim and Chip have too. But the difference is, they'll be better off without me.
My parents will be sad for a while, and they may even blame themselves, the way they do now. Eventually they'll come to peace with my decision. I hope they'll realize I'm finally at peace.
I throw him two bones: a smile and a nod. Both lies.
Who becomes you? No one. No one should become me. When I die, I don't want my body or soul inhabited. I wouldn't wish me on anyone.
I think about my choice. Either outcome is bleak. If I stay and live through high school, go to college, get a job, what will ever change? This blackness inside will never go away. I don't make friends; I'll always be alone. If I go, at least there's hope of peace. Chance of a new and better life on the other side.
I got singled out. I don't know why. Why do people always target me? Is it because I'm short and they figure I can't fight back? They're right, I can't, but it's not because I'm vertically challenged.
But its not funny. Not to people who've been told they're losers their whole lives and believe they will never be anything else.
I wish I was invisible to him, to everyone.
As they were carting him off on a gurney, all I could think was, I wish that was me.
Why am i here? What's my purpose?
But you'd sell your soul for it, wouldn't you? For one day of feeling beautiful.
This is my fault. Mine. Making her think I'd be here for her.
That earns him a smack with my book bag. "Ow." He clutches his arm. "What do you have in there? Books?" A grin snakes across his face. "I like my women feisty." He adds, "I like my broken.
It was all about hate. There should be laws. We're there laws? Can you legislate against hatred?
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