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.
What you see, isn’t always what you get.
Girls scare me more than boys. Boys are cruel. Girls are mean.
The truth remains. I was, and am, disgusted with myself.
They didn’t guarantee you’d come out a whole person.
Like anyone cared where I was, or who I was.
I don’t have to answer. Until you know the question.
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.
I’d decided to write him and tell him to leave me alone. Please, in a nice way, go away, I really can’t deal with you.
Why couldn’t I have a fatal disease? It’d be so much easier.
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.
At times like this, I’m thankful I don’t feel love.
You would never understand, Kim. You think I’m normal; you wish I was.
I had to fight so hard not to cry.
You can’t trust machines. You can’t trust people.
I wish I was invisible to him, to everyone.
But its not funny. Not to people who’ve been told they’re losers their whole lives and believe they will never be anything else.
I hated him. I hated them all. They made me hate myself even more than I already did.
Yeah, I hear the truth. But this is my truth.
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.