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 really am only one infinitely small part of an aching humanity.

My biggest mistake: not wanting to help myself into thinking I am happy, that change would come about without really trying to change, or wanting to change. Procrastinating about changing. I do want to change.

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.

Maybe the new me will be different.

This morning when I left Mom's parting words were, "Come straight home after school." Wow! Like I'm going to get stoned at 3:30—it doesn't sound so bad at that.

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