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 hated him. I hated them all. They made me hate myself even more than I already did.
The sad truth is, they should never trust me.
I had to fight so hard not to cry.
No one else knows I'm alive, which means they won't notice when I'm gone.
Stop trying to save me. You couldn't then; you can't now.