Stop trying to save me. You couldn't then; you can't now.
I hear you. I just don't believe a word you say.
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.
I'm scared. What will tomorrow bring? It has to be better than today. It has to.
Everyone's a liar. Everyone I've ever known.
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.