Julie Anne Peters Quotes

Yet, when we talked, when we were together, she seemed so familiar. Seemed to know who I was, where I was coming from. She knew me better than I knew myself, I think. She was easy to be with. And I wanted to be with her, like all the time.

You can't trust machines. You can't trust people.

I just want the pain to end.

Do what, Kim? Lead a normal life? Too late. Way too late.

I didn't tell him. And I never told her the whole truth. What would it matter? There was nothing she could do; nothing anyone can do or will do.

I'm going to die a virgin. I like the thought if it. So pure.

Everyone's a liar. Everyone I've ever known.

There's no reason to speak. I have nothing to say.

Yeah, I hear the truth. But this is my truth.

Who will see you through the darkness? "Me," I key in the answer. "I'll find my own way.

As they were carting him off on a gurney, all I could think was, I wish that was me.

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.

No one else knows I'm alive, which means they won't notice when I'm gone.

I had to fight so hard not to cry.

Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.

No one ever found out what was happening inside me. How the pain was eating me away. No one ever came to my rescue, or stood up for me.

What I know is you can't go back. You can't press delete and re-key your life.

I wish I was invisible to him, to everyone.

His invitation lingers. So does my question. Why me? I don't know the answer. When I look at myself in the mirror, all I see is a starving, stunted bird who never grew wings and lost all reason to sing.

Our eyes met across the crowded room, like in the movies, except we didn't share a knowing smile and race into each other's arms. Instead I fell into the trash can.

At times like this, I'm thankful I don't feel love.

How does he do it? Live. With the fear of death every day. I don't fear death as much as I fear the thought of living.

What can happen in a few minutes changes you forever.

Yeah, I loved her. I couldn't help it. She was my brother.

I'm scared. What will tomorrow bring? It has to be better than today. It has to.

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.

Because no one can be trusted.

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.

I hated him. I hated them all. They made me hate myself even more than I already did.

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 have to answer. Until you know the question.

I'd decided to write him and tell him to leave me alone. Please, in a nice way, go away, I really can't deal with you.

Girls scare me more than boys. Boys are cruel. Girls are mean.

...the man of my dreams is a girl.

Secrets. I can't take then with me. If I do, when I go, when I arrive at my final destination, I'll be . . . impure.

This is my fault. Mine. Making her think I'd be here for her.

Sometimes I felt as if there were no tomorrows, that everything, my whole life, was crammed into one long day. A continuous stretch of meaningless time. Sometimes I even wished there was no tomorrow, if this was all I had to look forward to.

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.

Would I cheat to save my soul? No. But to save my G.P.A.? Yes.

Why couldn't I have a fatal disease? It'd be so much easier.

But she never just accepted me for the way I was.

She's still doing it, pushing me into situations I can't handle, making me cope. She knows I can't cope.

What's the point of living if you don't belong anywhere?

I've never been afraid of the dark. I'm more afraid of the day, of people. I love the night. The solitude. Well, I don't love it. I don't feel love. I hate people, so I hope when I get there it isn't crowded. I hope the light is a momentary phenomenon and the other side is completely black. And silent.

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.

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 may be fat and ugly, but I'm not stupid. If anyone had ever gotten past my looks, they might've noticed I have a brain.

Trust. That was what this was all about. If you can't trust the one you love, you don't have anything.