People don't change. There are two kinds of people in the world: winners and losers. Black and white. I don't know where gray fits in, or if you can even live in that shade.
Yeah, I hear the truth. But this is my truth.
I'm scared. What will tomorrow bring? It has to be better than today. It has to.
I wish I could tell my parents, " If you want to help me, help me die.
I throw him two bones: a smile and a nod. Both lies.
Who becomes you? No one. No one should become me. When I die, I don't want my body or soul inhabited. I wouldn't wish me on anyone.