Maybe the new me will be different.

one day I'll be old, without ever having really been young

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

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

They have accepted me as an individual, as a personality, as an entity. I belong! I am important! I am somebody!

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.