I had to fight so hard not to cry.

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.

I had to fight so hard not to cry.

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

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.

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