I didn't tell him. And I never told her the whole truth. What would it matter? There was nothing she could do; nothing anyone can do or will do.

I wish I could tell my parents, " If you want to help me, help me die.

I'm sorry you don't get it, Mom. Sometimes I don't get why I do the things I do. I just know I wake up every morning and wish I was dead.

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

I wish I was invisible to him, to everyone.

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

They didn't guarantee you'd come out a whole person.