I shouldn't have been there. I should never have been born.

Take it as a token. Because tomorrow when I go, I want you to believe friends are possible.

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

But you'd sell your soul for it, wouldn't you? For one day of feeling beautiful.

I know it's hard on her. If I don't tell her she'll kill me." He pauses. "That was supposed to be funny.

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.

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