Julie Anne Peters Quotes

Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her 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.

...the man of my dreams is a girl.

Really? It seems too good to be true. I don't trust it. I don't trust anyone.

Your failures and your faults, they stick with you. They glob into ugly, cancerous growths inside you and make you want to die.

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.

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.

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

Stop trying to save me. You couldn't then; you can't now.

What you see, isn't always what you get

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

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.

I have no intent. I have no reason to live, that's all. When I'm gone, I don't want to be remembered.

What can happen in a few minutes changes you forever.

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

Girls scare me more than boys. Boys are cruel. Girls are mean.

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.

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

Everyone's a liar. Everyone I've ever known.

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

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'd decided to write him and tell him to leave me alone. Please, in a nice way, go away, I really can't deal with you.

Why couldn't I have a fatal disease? It'd be so much easier.

I know it's hard on her. If I don't tell her she'll kill me." He pauses. "That was supposed to be funny.

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

Like anyone cared where I was, or who I was.

I had to fight so hard not to cry.

You can't trust machines. You can't trust people.

Why am i here? What's my purpose?

She responds by kissing me harder and longer and deeper. She loves me too. She's just afraid.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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

I wish I was invisible to him, to everyone.

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

Never question the sanity of a woman who can render you defenseless with a look.

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.

I throw him two bones: a smile and a nod. Both lies.

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 didn't tell him. And I never told her the whole truth. What would it matter? There was nothing she could do; nothing anyone can do or will do.

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

I hated him. I hated them all. They made me hate myself even more than I already did.

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.

But she never just accepted me for the way I was.