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.

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.

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

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

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

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.

The complete bottom has fallen out of my life.