With determination and purpose, I head into the light.

Why are people so cruel? What did I ever do to them?

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.

I think about my choice. Either outcome is bleak. If I stay and live through high school, go to college, get a job, what will ever change? This blackness inside will never go away. I don't make friends; I'll always be alone. If I go, at least there's hope of peace. Chance of a new and better life on the other side.

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

Your failures and your faults, they stick with you. They glob into ugly, cancerous growths inside you and make you want to die.

Stop trying to save me. You couldn't then; you can't now.