Why is life so difficult? Why can't we be just ourselves and have everyone accept us the way we are?

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.

Sometimes fantasies are better than life.

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

It's a good thing most people bleed on the inside or this would be a gory, blood-smeared earth.

I'm afraid to live and afraid to die.

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