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.

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

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

Alone. The saddest word in the world.

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

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

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