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

How does he do it? Live. With the fear of death every day. I don't fear death as much as I fear the thought of living.

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.

What can happen in a few minutes changes you forever.

That's love? To let someone beat you and be hateful to you? These people are all so... Weak. Powerless to change their lives. I know the feeling. All you can do is take it. No one understands how it beats you down.

I don't have to answer. Until you know the question.

I suppose I'll be remembered as dull. Timid. No one ever knew me. People came. They went. I was kind, I think. Not sympathetic, but considerate of others. I always gave up my place in line. I loaned out pencils and paper, or let people take them from me. I never reported a sexual assault.