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'm afraid to live and afraid to die.

I would like to stay stoned all the time, it scares me it’s so good. I would like to stay stoned every minute of every day for the rest of my life.

I wouldn't intentionally hurt anyone in this whole world. I wouldn't hurt them physically or emotionally, how then can people so consistently do it to me? Even my parents treat me like I'm stupid and inferior and ever short. I guess I'll never measure up to anyone's expectations. I surely don't measure up to what I'd like to be.

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

The complete bottom has fallen out of my life.

Maybe the new me will be different.