Everything seemed good, but I knew it had the potential to be awful.

There are also the people too bizarre to ignore, like Kyle Simpson. Future male stripper.

If I had a chance with him, I missed it. No, I didn't miss it. I threw it away.

You told me I wrote that poem because I was afraid of dealing with myself. And I used my mom as an excuse, accusing her of not appreciating or accepting me, when I should have been saying those words into a mirror.

I decided to find out how people at school might react if one of the students never came back.

I hope you're ready, because I'm about to tell you the story of my life. More specifically, why my life ended. And if you're listening to these tapes, you're one of the reasons why.

Don't give up on me now. I'm sorry. I guess that's an odd thing to say. Because isn't that what I'm doing? Giving up?