Quotes from Julie Anne Peters

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

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.

She'll go to hell. They all will. If hell will even have them.

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

Who will see you through the darkness? "Me," I key in the answer. "I'll find my own way.

The sad truth is, they should never trust me.

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

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.

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.

No one else knows I'm alive, which means they won't notice when I'm gone.

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.

I don't have to answer. Until you know the question.

Yeah, I hear the truth. But this is my truth.

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.

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.

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.

I wish I was invisible to him, to everyone.

What you see, isn't always what you get

Who becomes you? No one. No one should become me. When I die, I don't want my body or soul inhabited. I wouldn't wish me on anyone.

I think about my choice. Either outcome is bleak. If I stay and live through high school, go to college, get a job, what will ever change? This blackness inside will never go away. I don't make friends; I'll always be alone. If I go, at least there's hope of peace. Chance of a new and better life on the other side.

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

What's the point of living if you don't belong anywhere?

Sometimes I felt as if there were no tomorrows, that everything, my whole life, was crammed into one long day. A continuous stretch of meaningless time. Sometimes I even wished there was no tomorrow, if this was all I had to look forward to.