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

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

I’ve got to sleep. Sleep is my only way to escape.

I wouldn't intentionally hurt anyone in this whole world. I wouldn't hurt them physically or emotionally, how then can people so consistently do it to me? Even my parents treat me like I'm stupid and inferior and ever short. 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 have accepted me as an individual, as a personality, as an entity. I belong! I am important! I am somebody!

I bet the pill is harder to get than drugs--which shows how screwed up this world really is!

one day I'll be old, without ever having really been young