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.

Sometimes I felt as if there were no tomorrows, that everything, my whole life, was crammed into one long day. A continuous stretch of meaningless time. Sometimes I even wished there was no tomorrow, if this was all I had to look forward to.

What I know is you can't go back. You can't press delete and re-key your life.

I may be fat and ugly, but I'm not stupid. If anyone had ever gotten past my looks, they might've noticed I have a brain.

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

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

Trust. That was what this was all about. If you can't trust the one you love, you don't have anything.