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

Like anyone cared where I was, or who 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'm all she's got and if I don't make it this time . . ." You'll pass through the light. A ribbon of guilt twists my stomach. I'm all Kim and Chip have too. But the difference is, they'll be better off without me.

Secrets. I can't take then with me. If I do, when I go, when I arrive at my final destination, I'll be . . . impure.

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

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