It's a good thing most people bleed on the inside or this would be a gory, blood-smeared earth.

Lying - remembering beauty in truth.

She didn't know whether she was running away from something or running to something, but she admitted that deep in her heart she wanted to go home.

I guess I'll never measure up to anyone's expectations. I surely don't measure up to what I'd like to be.

They don’t think “I care,” “I hurt,” or “I have feelings.” It just seems like I’m always “wrong,” always “selfish,” always “self-centered” and everything else that’s negative and destructive.

How can thoughts hurt so much when they aren't even physical?

I really am only one infinitely small part of an aching humanity.