I had to fight so hard not to cry.

Year after year. "Please don't make me go [to school]" "You have to go," Kim would say. "It's a new school, make a new start." "Sticks and stones." from Chip. Words will only kill you.

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'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.

Why am i here? What's my purpose?

My mother read that parents should spend quality time with their children. One way is to sign up for organized activities together. This month we're taking meditation to free the mind. Last month it was Rolfing. Have you ever Rolfed, Tone?" "Only after the school's shepherd's pie," I said.