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

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.

No one ever found out what was happening inside me. How the pain was eating me away. No one ever came to my rescue, or stood up for me.

Everything seems to be working." Except me. I'm broken.

I close my eyes and black out the day. The exhaustion of living through it, surviving.

I hope they remember the good stuff, when I was a baby, a toddler, when they still had hopes and dreams for their little girl, their miracle child. In truth they were good to me. They were only doing what they knew how to do; what they thought was best.

Would I cheat to save my soul? No. But to save my G.P.A.? Yes.