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.

No one ever found out what was happening inside me. How the pain was eating me away. No one ever came to my rescue, or stood up for me.

There's no reason to speak. I have nothing to say.

This is my vision-what I imagine I'll pass through on my way to the light. The blue sky, the clouds, the rays of light.

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

I don't have alot of people to talk to. Not alot of people are worth my time.

You can't trust machines. You can't trust people.