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.

Why am i here? What's my purpose?

What will I become? Because I won't be me any longer. That will be a relief. I dont want to be the helpless person I've always been.

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

Take it as a token. Because tomorrow when I go, I want you to believe friends are possible.

His eyes are like a telescope. I look into them and I'm transported across the universe to a world I've never been.

I just want the pain to end.