I knew right then and there nothing was ever going to change. It wouldn't matter if I was tall or short or fat or thin or absent every day. I was a loser from birth.

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

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

I close my eyes and black out the day. The exhaustion of living through it, surviving.

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.

Girls scare me more than boys. Boys are cruel. Girls are mean.

Do what, Kim? Lead a normal life? Too late. Way too late.