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

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

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

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

The same old dumb teachers teaching the same old dumb subjects in the same old dumb school. I seem to be kind of losing interest in everything. At first I thought high school would be fun but it's just dull. Everything's dull. Maybe it's because I'm growing up and life is becoming more blase.

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.

Nobody's talking to me, but nobody's hassling me either. I guess you can't have everything.