Why are you being so mean?" "Friends tell friends the truth." "yeah, but not to hurt, to help.

There's no point in asking why, even though everybody will. I know why. The harder question is "why not?" I can't believe she ran out of answers before I did.

Some adults would rather pretend that bad things dont exist than to talk about them.

I open a paperclip and scratch it across the inside of my left wrist. Pitiful. If a suicide attempt is a cry for help, then what is this. A whimper, a peep? I draw little window cracks of blood, etching line after line until it stops hurting.

It made me strong.I took a step back, near my whole self in the mirror.I pushed back my shoulders and raised my chin, my back straight as an arrow.

When life sucks, read. They can't yell at you for that. And if they do, then you can ignore them.

I wonder how long it would take for anyone to notice if I just stopped talking.