My parents will be sad for a while, and they may even blame themselves, the way they do now. Eventually they'll come to peace with my decision. I hope they'll realize I'm finally at peace.

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.

I won't be alive so I won't care who finds me.

Everyone's a liar. Everyone I've ever known.

You would never understand, Kim. You think I'm normal; you wish I was.

Your failures and your faults, they stick with you. They glob into ugly, cancerous growths inside you and make you want to die.

I close my eyes and black out the day. The exhaustion of living through it, surviving.