But she never just accepted me for the way I was.

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.

No one else knows I'm alive, which means they won't notice when I'm gone.

It was all about hate. There should be laws. We're there laws? Can you legislate against hatred?

I'd decided to write him and tell him to leave me alone. Please, in a nice way, go away, I really can't deal with you.

This is my vision-what I imagine I'll pass through on my way to the light. The blue sky, the clouds, the rays of light.

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