Julie Anne Peters Quotes - Page 3

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

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.

Take it as a token. Because tomorrow when I go, I want you to believe friends are possible.

Why am i here? What's my purpose?

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

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

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

Don't choose me. I'm not worth your time.

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'm scared. What will tomorrow bring? It has to be better than today. It has to.

How will you be remembered? As a loner and a loser.

I hope they remember the good stuff, when I was a baby, a toddler, when they still had hopes and dreams for their little girl, their miracle child. In truth they were good to me. They were only doing what they knew how to do; what they thought was best.

J_Doe032692 wrote: I am not a thin person. However this does not give people the right to taunt me, calling me ugly and worthless, telling me to kill myself because no one will ever want me, or to make up songs about why I am so fat and how much food I eat. NO ONE, I repeat, NO ONE HAS THE RIGHT TO HURT ANOTHER HUMAN BEING THIS BADLY. My throat constricts. The neck brace feels as if it's shrinking and cutting off my esophagus. I reach up and cover the words with my hand and the web site dissolves. I want to go. Now.

Yeah, I loved her. I couldn't help it. She was my brother.

Our eyes met across the crowded room, like in the movies, except we didn't share a knowing smile and race into each other's arms. Instead I fell into the trash can.

It was all about hate. There should be laws. We're there laws? Can you legislate against hatred?

That earns him a smack with my book bag. "Ow." He clutches his arm. "What do you have in there? Books?" A grin snakes across his face. "I like my women feisty." He adds, "I like my broken.

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.

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.

What I know is you can't go back. You can't press delete and re-key your life.

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.

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

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

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.