Really? It seems too good to be true. I don't trust it. I don't trust anyone.

I'd decided to write him and tell him to leave me alone. Please, in a nice way, go away, I really can't deal with you.

You won't know until it's over. You won't find me in time.

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 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.

What you see, isn't always what you get

But you'd sell your soul for it, wouldn't you? For one day of feeling beautiful.