What will I become? Because I won't be me any longer. That will be a relief. I dont want to be the helpless person I've always been.

You would never understand, Kim. You think I'm normal; you wish I was.

And it’s more. It’s about getting past that question of whats wrong with me, to knowing there’s nothing wrong, that you were born this way. You're a normal person and a beautiful person and you should be proud of who you are. You deserve to live and live with dignity and show people your pride.

Yet, when we talked, when we were together, she seemed so familiar. Seemed to know who I was, where I was coming from. She knew me better than I knew myself, I think. She was easy to be with. And I wanted to be with her, like all the time.

I have no intent. I have no reason to live, that's all. When I'm gone, I don't want to be remembered.

Take it as a token. Because tomorrow when I go, I want you to believe friends are possible.

What did she see in me? What does she see that I don't?