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

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.

You still have," I looked at my watch, "twelve seconds to change your mind. Find someone else and save your reputation." One side of his lip cricked up. "I found you. I'll take my chances.

I want to tell them, "Chip, Kim, there is no way to suicide-proof a person.

His invitation lingers. So does my question. Why me? I don't know the answer. When I look at myself in the mirror, all I see is a starving, stunted bird who never grew wings and lost all reason to sing.

How does he do it? Live. With the fear of death every day. I don't fear death as much as I fear the thought of living.

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