Heather McNamara
- All my rides are dead.
I've thought about killing myself. The last guy I slept with killed himself because he was gay for his linebacker. And my best friend seemed to have it all together but now she's gone too. And now my stomach hurts worse and worse and every morning on the bus I feel my heart beating louder and faster and I'm like, Jesus I'm on the frickin' bus again because all my rides to school are dead.
