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

I pretend I've got lots of confidence and I'm a big jock and like that but deep inside I'm a frightened, insecure, can't-make-it failure.

I'm afraid to live and afraid to die.

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.

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

I can't believe that I changed so little. I expected to look old and hollow and gray, but I guess it's only me on the inside that has shriveled and deteriorated.

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.