I hated him. I hated them all. They made me hate myself even more than I already did.
How will you be remembered? As a loner and a loser.
Stop trying to save me. You couldn't then; you can't now.
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.
It was her way of saying, "You should kill yourself.
...the man of my dreams is a girl.