Stop trying to save me. You couldn't then; you can't now.
What's the point of living if you don't belong anywhere?
I wish I was invisible to him, to everyone.
Why couldn't I have a fatal disease? It'd be so much easier.
Sometimes I'd catch myself looking at my reflection in windows and wonder who I was. Where I was going. Then the image would change and it wouldn't be me, just some nebulous shadow person.
My parents will be sad for a while, and they may even blame themselves, the way they do now. Eventually they'll come to peace with my decision. I hope they'll realize I'm finally at peace.