Jasmine Warga

I guess I want to see the world differently

I hate to admit it, but I’m a little jealous of Mr. Palmer. At least he can be fixed, if he wants to be fixed. A few scissor clips and he’ll be brand-new. There’s nothing that can fix me.

You know, Zellie, there are enough broken things in the world. You shouldn’t go around breaking things just for the fun of it.”

From my perspective, it’s pretty clear: I’m depressed and I want to die.

It’s painful to watch all my classmates tear apart each line, looking for the significance. There’s no significance. Anyone who has actually been that sad can tell you that there’s nothing beautiful or literary or mysterious about depression.

Depression is like a heaviness that you can’t ever escape. It crushes down on you, making even the smallest things like tying your shoes or chewing on toast seem like a twenty-mile hike uphill. Depression is a part of you; it’s in your bones and your blood. If I know anything about it, this is what I know: It’s impossible to escape.

A place away from TMC, away from Mr. Palmer, away from everyone and everything.

problem with suicide, which most people don’t realize, is that it’s really hard to follow through.

just because it’s cowardly doesn’t guarantee it’s going to be easy.

Nothing scares me more than a failed attempt.