I'm scared. What will tomorrow bring? It has to be better than today. It has to.

I got singled out. I don't know why. Why do people always target me? Is it because I'm short and they figure I can't fight back? They're right, I can't, but it's not because I'm vertically challenged.

I want to tell them, "Chip, Kim, there is no way to suicide-proof a person.

Why are people so cruel? What did I ever do to them?

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.

This is my fault. Mine. Making her think I'd be here for her.

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