Who will see you through the darkness? "Me," I key in the answer. "I'll find my own way.
She's still doing it, pushing me into situations I can't handle, making me cope. She knows I can't cope.
I had to fight so hard not to cry.
No one else knows I'm alive, which means they won't notice when I'm gone.
The truth remains. I was, and am, disgusted with myself.
You would never understand, Kim. You think I'm normal; you wish I was.