Maybe the new me will be different.

Lying - remembering beauty in truth.

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.

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

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

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

Maybe the new me will be different.