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.

What was I afraid of, exactly? What other people would think? I guess, a little. But that wasn't what was stopping me from acting on my feelings. It was the intensity of them. The desire for her. I knew if I gave into it, I'd have to surrender myself completely. I'd lose all control. Everything I knew, everything I was, the walls I'd built up to protect myself all these years would come crashing down. I might get lost in the rubble. Yet, she made me feel alive in a way I'd only ever imagined I could feel. Bells, whistles, music.

At times like this, I'm thankful I don't feel love.

I hear you. I just don't believe a word you say.

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

I hated him. I hated them all. They made me hate myself even more than I already did.

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