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

Lying - remembering beauty in truth.

I guess I'll never measure up to anyone's expectations. I surely don't measure up to what I'd like to be.

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

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

I pretend I've got lots of confidence and I'm a big jock and like that but deep inside I'm a frightened, insecure, can't-make-it failure.

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