Yeah, I hear the truth. But this is my truth.

What I know is you can't go back. You can't press delete and re-key your life.

I knew right then and there nothing was ever going to change. It wouldn't matter if I was tall or short or fat or thin or absent every day. I was a loser from birth.

There's always a way out. All you have to do is take it.

Mom's eyes blazed. "Are you sleeping with her?" Oh, god. Did we have to do this here? Now? "Well, actually," I smirked, "we don't get a lot of sleep.

Miracles don't happen. You make them happen. They're not wishes or dreams or candles on a cake. They're not impossible. Reality is real. It's totally and completely under my control.

I want to tell them, "Chip, Kim, there is no way to suicide-proof a person.