I'm afraid to live and afraid to die.
Maybe the new me will be different.
It's a good thing most people bleed on the inside or this would be a gory, blood-smeared earth.
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.
I’ve got to sleep. Sleep is my only way to escape.
I can't believe that I changed so little. I expected to look old and hollow and gray, but I guess it's only me on the inside that has shriveled and deteriorated.