Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.— Julie Anne Peters
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...the man of my dreams is a girl.
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.
Really? It seems too good to be true. I don't trust it. I don't trust anyone.
No one ever found out what was happening inside me.
How the pain was eating me away. No one ever came to my rescue, or stood up for me.
Your failures and your faults, they stick with you.
They glob into ugly, cancerous growths inside you and make you want to die.
...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.
I've never been afraid of the dark. I'm more afraid of the day, of people. I love the night. The solitude. Well, I don't love it. I don't feel love. I hate people, so I hope when I get there it isn't crowded. I hope the light is a momentary phenomenon and the other side is completely black. And silent.
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.
Don't choose me. I'm not worth your time.
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.
What's the point of living if you don't belong anywhere?
I have no intent. I have no reason to live, that's all. When I'm gone, I don't want to be remembered.
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.
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.
I just want the pain to end.
Yet, when we talked, when we were together, she seemed so familiar.
Seemed to know who I was, where I was coming from. She knew me better than I knew myself, I think. She was easy to be with. And I wanted to be with her, like all the time.
She responds by kissing me harder and longer and deeper. She loves me too. She's just afraid.
You can't trust machines. You can't trust people.
Would I cheat to save my soul? No. But to save my G.P.A.? Yes.
What can happen in a few minutes changes you forever.
I wish I was invisible to him, to everyone.
Yeah, I hear the truth. But this is my truth.
That's love? To let someone beat you and be hateful to you? These people are all so... Weak. Powerless to change their lives. I know the feeling. All you can do is take it. No one understands how it beats you down.
Trust. That was what this was all about. If you can't trust the one you love, you don't have anything.
Yeah, I loved her. I couldn't help it. She was my brother.
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.
I had to fight so hard not to cry.
His invitation lingers. So does my question. Why me? I don't know the answer. When I look at myself in the mirror, all I see is a starving, stunted bird who never grew wings and lost all reason to sing.
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.
What I know is you can't go back. You can't press delete and re-key your life.
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 hated him. I hated them all. They made me hate myself even more than I already did.
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'm scared. What will tomorrow bring? It has to be better than today. It has to.
Like anyone cared where I was, or who I was.
I'm going to die a virgin. I like the thought if it. So pure.
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.
Everything seems to be working." Except me. I'm broken.
But she never just accepted me for the way I was.
My parents will be sad for a while, and they may even blame themselves, the way they do now. Eventually they'll come to peace with my decision. I hope they'll realize I'm finally at peace.
You still have," I looked at my watch, "twelve seconds to change your mind.
Find someone else and save your reputation." One side of his lip cricked up. "I found you. I'll take my chances.
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.
You would never understand, Kim. You think I'm normal; you wish I was.
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 throw him two bones: a smile and a nod. Both lies.
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.
It was all about hate. There should be laws. We're there laws? Can you legislate against hatred?