Julie Anne Peters Quotes

Stop trying to save me. You couldn't then; you can't now.

I don't sleep. All night long I'm wide awake, thinking, Secrets, secrets, secrets. There are secrets in my past no one needs to know. Secrets in my present that might kill Kim and Chip. I don't want to take my secrets with me when I go. When I pass through the light, i want to be free of everything and everyone.

I wish I could tell my parents, " If you want to help me, help me die.

Never question the sanity of a woman who can render you defenseless with a look.

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

But I'm no hero. I had to keep my dirty little secret. The worst sin I committed was holding it in; letting the secret blacken me.

They didn't guarantee you'd come out a whole person.

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

You won't know until it's over. You won't find me in time.

My room is cleared. My head is cleared. Earlier, around dawn, I took out the last load of trash. I look around and see what's left. Nothing. There is no more Daelyn Rice. As I was. As I am. Or will become. I'm a blank slate

Year after year. "Please don't make me go [to school]" "You have to go," Kim would say. "It's a new school, make a new start." "Sticks and stones." from Chip. Words will only kill you.

What you see, isn't always what you get

With determination and purpose, I head into the light.

It was her way of saying, "You should kill yourself.

Is that all I am? A friend?" "Of course not," I say. "I love you." "Am I the only one?" she asks. "Yes. Completely." First, last, and always.

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.

Oh sure. Because we always talk about deep down stuff.

J_Doe032692 wrote: I am not a thin person. However this does not give people the right to taunt me, calling me ugly and worthless, telling me to kill myself because no one will ever want me, or to make up songs about why I am so fat and how much food I eat. NO ONE, I repeat, NO ONE HAS THE RIGHT TO HURT ANOTHER HUMAN BEING THIS BADLY. My throat constricts. The neck brace feels as if it's shrinking and cutting off my esophagus. I reach up and cover the words with my hand and the web site dissolves. I want to go. Now.

His eyes are like a telescope. I look into them and I'm transported across the universe to a world I've never been.

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

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.

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

Me? I had no dreams. No longings. Dreams only set you up for disappointment. Plus, you had to have a life to have dreams of a better life.

This is my vision-what I imagine I'll pass through on my way to the light. The blue sky, the clouds, the rays of light.

She responds by kissing me harder and longer and deeper. She loves me too. She's just afraid.

I throw him two bones: a smile and a nod. Both lies.

Don't choose me. I'm not worth your time.

How will you be remembered? As a loner and a loser.

What was I afraid of, exactly? What other people would think? I guess, a little. But that wasn't what was stopping me from acting on my feelings. It was the intensity of them. The desire for her. I knew if I gave into it, I'd have to surrender myself completely. I'd lose all control. Everything I knew, everything I was, the walls I'd built up to protect myself all these years would come crashing down. I might get lost in the rubble. Yet, she made me feel alive in a way I'd only ever imagined I could feel. Bells, whistles, music.

...When I asked [my dad why the sky was blue] he said it was because God's a boy. If God were a girl, the sky would be pink. 'What about sunrise and sunset?' I'd asked. Dad had looked dumbfounded. 'You kids. You think too much.' It frightened me how shallow the gene pool was that Liam and I were wading in.

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.

Really? It seems too good to be true. I don't trust it. I don't trust anyone.

Mom's eyes blazed. "Are you sleeping with her?" Oh, god. Did we have to do this here? Now? "Well, actually," I smirked, "we don't get a lot of sleep.

The truth remains. I was, and am, disgusted with myself.

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

That same piercing screech in her voice every time at the hospital. "Do something!" When I slit my wrists. "Help her!" The last time too. "Somebody help her. Help us!" You're helpless, both of you. All of us.

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.

I won't be alive so I won't care who finds me.

I don't have alot of people to talk to. Not alot of people are worth my time.

I know it's hard on her. If I don't tell her she'll kill me." He pauses. "That was supposed to be funny.

And it’s more. It’s about getting past that question of whats wrong with me, to knowing there’s nothing wrong, that you were born this way. You're a normal person and a beautiful person and you should be proud of who you are. You deserve to live and live with dignity and show people your pride.

There's always a way out. All you have to do is take it.

I have no intent. I have no reason to live, that's all. When I'm gone, I don't want to be remembered.

I hear you. I just don't believe a word you say.

What will I become? Because I won't be me any longer. That will be a relief. I dont want to be the helpless person I've always been.

Miracles don't happen. You make them happen. They're not wishes or dreams or candles on a cake. They're not impossible. Reality is real. It's totally and completely under my control.

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.