Girls scare me more than boys. Boys are cruel. Girls are mean.

That's love? To let someone beat you and be hateful to you? These people are all so... Weak. Powerless to change their lives. I know the feeling. All you can do is take it. No one understands how it beats you down.

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 suppose I'll be remembered as dull. Timid. No one ever knew me. People came. They went. I was kind, I think. Not sympathetic, but considerate of others. I always gave up my place in line. I loaned out pencils and paper, or let people take them from me. I never reported a sexual assault.

I hated him. I hated them all. They made me hate myself even more than I already did.

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.