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

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

Maybe the new me will be different.

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 really cracking. No, I’m beyond cracking. I’m shattered. I’m lost. I’m fragmented.

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

one day I'll be old, without ever having really been young