I suppose I'll be remembered as dull. Timid. No one ever knew me. People came. They went. I was kind, I think. Not sympathetic, but considerate of others. I always gave up my place in line. I loaned out pencils and paper, or let people take them from me. I never reported a sexual assault.

Everyone's a liar. Everyone I've ever known.

What can happen in a few minutes changes you forever.

Like anyone cared where I was, or who I was.

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

I don't have to answer. Until you know the question.

It was all about hate. There should be laws. We're there laws? Can you legislate against hatred?