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 no reason to speak. I have nothing to say.
Stop trying to save me. You couldn't then; you can't now.
It was all about hate. There should be laws. We're there laws? Can you legislate against hatred?
I wish I was invisible to him, to everyone.
I'm going to die a virgin. I like the thought if it. So pure.