They have accepted me as an individual, as a personality, as an entity. I belong! I am important! I am somebody!
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.
Lying - remembering beauty in truth.
I really am only one infinitely small part of an aching humanity.
I’ve got to sleep. Sleep is my only way to escape.
Why is life so difficult? Why can't we be just ourselves and have everyone accept us the way we are?