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.

What I know is you can't go back. You can't press delete and re-key your life.

I never defended myself. Not once. I never said, "Excuse me? What gives you the right to insult and demean me?" I let them steal my dignity.

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

That same piercing screech in her voice every time at the hospital. "Do something!" When I slit my wrists. "Help her!" The last time too. "Somebody help her. Help us!" You're helpless, both of you. All of us.

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

Really? It seems too good to be true. I don't trust it. I don't trust anyone.