Sometimes fantasies are better than life.

I would like to stay stoned all the time, it scares me it’s so good. I would like to stay stoned every minute of every day for the rest of my life.

How is it possible for me to be so miserable and embarrassed and humiliated and beaten an function still talk and smile and concentrate?

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.

The complete bottom has fallen out of my life.

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