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

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

The voice of every kid hooked on drugs, alcohol or the occult joins the sad chorus "Not me! I didn't think it could ever happen to me. I was sure I could handle it.

I bet the pill is harder to get than drugs--which shows how screwed up this world really is!

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.

I really am only one infinitely small part of an aching humanity.

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