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

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.

This morning when I left Mom's parting words were, "Come straight home after school." Wow! Like I'm going to get stoned at 3:30—it doesn't sound so bad at that.

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

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

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

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