Michael Thomas Ford

But I’m not going to. I don’t have anything to apologize for. They’re the ones who screwed everything up. Not me.

I didn’t ask to be saved.

I’m tired of people thinking they’re doing me favors.

I wish I could talk to her about how I’m feeling right now, about how I hate being in this place

“How do you real y know if anyone loves you?”

But kil ing someone is wrong, and I don’t think suicide is. It’s my life, right? I should be able to end it if I want to.

Why is it okay to put someone to death, but it’s not okay for those people to do it themselves?

They don’t like it when you end things the way you want to and don’t wait for the way it’s

“supposed” to happen. What if suicide is the way it’s supposed to happen? Do they ever think of that?

There’s something inside you that you don’t want anyone to see.”

“I am,” I said. “I’m the problem

“I am,” I said. “I’m the problem