That same piercing screech in her voice every time at the hospital. "Do something!" When I slit my wrists. "Help her!" The last time too. "Somebody help her. Help us!" You're helpless, both of you. All of us.
I shouldn't have been there. I should never have been born.
I want to tell them, "Chip, Kim, there is no way to suicide-proof a person.
Girls scare me more than boys. Boys are cruel. Girls are mean.
Really? It seems too good to be true. I don't trust it. I don't trust anyone.
You can't trust machines. You can't trust people.