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

Mom's eyes blazed. "Are you sleeping with her?" Oh, god. Did we have to do this here? Now? "Well, actually," I smirked, "we don't get a lot of sleep.

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.

I wish I could tell my parents, " If you want to help me, help me die.

Because no one can be trusted.

But you'd sell your soul for it, wouldn't you? For one day of feeling beautiful.

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.