His eyes are like a telescope. I look into them and I'm transported across the universe to a world I've never been.

How will you be remembered? As a loner and a loser.

I'm all she's got and if I don't make it this time . . ." You'll pass through the light. A ribbon of guilt twists my stomach. I'm all Kim and Chip have too. But the difference is, they'll be better off without me.

You would never understand, Kim. You think I'm normal; you wish I was.

She's still doing it, pushing me into situations I can't handle, making me cope. She knows I can't cope.

J_Doe032692 wrote: I am not a thin person. However this does not give people the right to taunt me, calling me ugly and worthless, telling me to kill myself because no one will ever want me, or to make up songs about why I am so fat and how much food I eat. NO ONE, I repeat, NO ONE HAS THE RIGHT TO HURT ANOTHER HUMAN BEING THIS BADLY. My throat constricts. The neck brace feels as if it's shrinking and cutting off my esophagus. I reach up and cover the words with my hand and the web site dissolves. I want to go. Now.

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.