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 bet the pill is harder to get than drugs--which shows how screwed up this world really is!

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

Maybe the new me will be different.

Lying - remembering beauty in truth.

The voice of every kid hooked on drugs, alcohol or the occult joins the sad chorus "Not me! I didn't think it could ever happen to me. I was sure I could handle it.

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