It was all about hate. There should be laws. We're there laws? Can you legislate against hatred?

I hope they remember the good stuff, when I was a baby, a toddler, when they still had hopes and dreams for their little girl, their miracle child. In truth they were good to me. They were only doing what they knew how to do; what they thought was best.

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.

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 knew right then and there nothing was ever going to change. It wouldn't matter if I was tall or short or fat or thin or absent every day. I was a loser from birth.

I wish I could tell my parents, " If you want to help me, help me die.

I just want the pain to end.