Julie Anne Peters Quotes

As they were carting him off on a gurney, all I could think was, I wish that was me.

She's still doing it, pushing me into situations I can't handle, making me cope. She knows I can't cope.

Do what, Kim? Lead a normal life? Too late. Way too late.

There's no reason to speak. I have nothing to say.

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

You would never understand, Kim. You think I'm normal; you wish I was.

At times like this, I'm thankful I don't feel love.

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

I knew right then and there nothing was ever going to change. It wouldn't matter if I was tall or short or fat or thin or absent every day. I was a loser from birth.

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

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

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

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

How does he do it? Live. With the fear of death every day. I don't fear death as much as I fear the thought of living.

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.

I'm going to die a virgin. I like the thought if it. So pure.

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

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

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

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

Sometimes I'd catch myself looking at my reflection in windows and wonder who I was. Where I was going. Then the image would change and it wouldn't be me, just some nebulous shadow person.

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

People don't change. There are two kinds of people in the world: winners and losers. Black and white. I don't know where gray fits in, or if you can even live in that shade.

What did she see in me? What does she see that I don't?

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.

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

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.

With determination and purpose, I head into the light.

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

Trust. That was what this was all about. If you can't trust the one you love, you don't have anything.

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

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

Because no one can be trusted.

I just want the pain to end.

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

Secrets. I can't take then with me. If I do, when I go, when I arrive at my final destination, I'll be . . . impure.

The sad truth is, they should never trust me.

I shouldn't have been there. I should never have been born.

I never defended myself. Not once. I never said, "Excuse me? What gives you the right to insult and demean me?" I let them steal my dignity.

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

But you'd sell your soul for it, wouldn't you? For one day of feeling beautiful.

Wiping the rivulet of sweat running down my ear with the bottom of my muscle shirt, I snuck a sniff under my pit. Whoa. Kill a moose

When you discover the joy of reading, your mind opens to a world of wondrous discoveries and infinite possibilities.

If I was alone I'd find something to do. Read or work on homework or doodle, fake it, so if I was alone it'd look like I wanted to be alone.

I don't know why I can't let the insults go, but I can't. I'm the product of every hurt that's ever been laid on me.