Maybe the new me will be different.

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

Lying - remembering beauty in truth.

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.

The same old dumb teachers teaching the same old dumb subjects in the same old dumb school. I seem to be kind of losing interest in everything. At first I thought high school would be fun but it's just dull. Everything's dull. Maybe it's because I'm growing up and life is becoming more blase.

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

I’ve got to sleep. Sleep is my only way to escape.