I’m really cracking. No, I’m beyond cracking. I’m shattered. I’m lost. I’m fragmented.

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’m really cracking. No, I’m beyond cracking. I’m shattered. I’m lost. I’m fragmented.

I'm not really sure which parts of myself are real and which parts are things I've gotten from books.

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.

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.

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