Sometimes I felt as if there were no tomorrows, that everything, my whole life, was crammed into one long day. A continuous stretch of meaningless time. Sometimes I even wished there was no tomorrow, if this was all I had to look forward to.

I'm sorry you don't get it, Mom. Sometimes I don't get why I do the things I do. I just know I wake up every morning and wish I was dead.

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

I hear you. I just don't believe a word you say.

Yeah, I loved her. I couldn't help it. She was my brother.

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.

I have no intent. I have no reason to live, that's all. When I'm gone, I don't want to be remembered.