“I gaze up at the ceiling. Through it. Past Kim and Chip's room on the second floor into the sky, space, heaven, hell. Who says hell is down? It could be up. It could be next door to heaven. Hell… — Julie Anne Peters Copy Share Image
I don't have alot of people to talk to. Not alot of people are worth my time. — Julie Anne Peters Copy Share Image
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… — Julie Anne Peters Copy Share Image
I'm scared. What will tomorrow bring? It has to be better than today. It has to. — Julie Anne Peters Copy Share Image
“During those times, they'd stand there watching me watching them. I'd pray, please. Put a pillow to my face. Clench a hand around my throat. Stab me. Shoot me. Put me out of everyone's misery. Why did you give birth to such a loser? Why didn't you admit I was hopeless and fat and stop trying to make me fit… — Julie Anne Peters Copy Share
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… — Julie Anne Peters Copy Share Image
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.… — Julie Anne Peters Copy Share Image
I want to tell them, "Chip, Kim, there is no way to suicide-proof a person. — Julie Anne Peters Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I felt as if there were no tomorrows, that everything, my whole life, was crammed into one long day. A continuos stretch of… — Julie Anne Peters Copy Share Image
