This is my vision-what I imagine I'll pass through on my way to the light. The blue sky, the clouds, the rays of light.

I think about my choice. Either outcome is bleak. If I stay and live through high school, go to college, get a job, what will ever change? This blackness inside will never go away. I don't make friends; I'll always be alone. If I go, at least there's hope of peace. Chance of a new and better life on the other side.

I got singled out. I don't know why. Why do people always target me? Is it because I'm short and they figure I can't fight back? They're right, I can't, but it's not because I'm vertically challenged.

It was her way of saying, "You should kill yourself.

I shouldn't have been there. I should never have been born.

Yeah, I loved her. I couldn't help it. She was my brother.

Why couldn't I have a fatal disease? It'd be so much easier.