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

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

Sometimes fantasies are better than life.

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

How is it possible for me to be so miserable and embarrassed and humiliated and beaten an function still talk and smile and concentrate?

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

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.