Everything seems to be working." Except me. I'm broken.
She's still doing it, pushing me into situations I can't handle, making me cope. She knows I can't cope.
Who will see you through the darkness? "Me," I key in the answer. "I'll find my own way.
I want to tell them, "Chip, Kim, there is no way to suicide-proof a person.
I had to fight so hard not to cry.
Why are people so cruel? What did I ever do to them?