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

Sometimes fantasies are better than life.

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.

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.

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.

Alone. The saddest word in the world.

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