But I'm no hero. I had to keep my dirty little secret. The worst sin I committed was holding it in; letting the secret blacken me.

Who will see you through the darkness? "Me," I key in the answer. "I'll find my own way.

At times like this, I'm thankful I don't feel love.

What I know is you can't go back. You can't press delete and re-key your life.

Why couldn't I have a fatal disease? It'd be so much easier.

J_Doe032692 wrote: I am not a thin person. However this does not give people the right to taunt me, calling me ugly and worthless, telling me to kill myself because no one will ever want me, or to make up songs about why I am so fat and how much food I eat. NO ONE, I repeat, NO ONE HAS THE RIGHT TO HURT ANOTHER HUMAN BEING THIS BADLY. My throat constricts. The neck brace feels as if it's shrinking and cutting off my esophagus. I reach up and cover the words with my hand and the web site dissolves. I want to go. Now.

She responds by kissing me harder and longer and deeper. She loves me too. She's just afraid.