This morning when I left Mom's parting words were, "Come straight home after school." Wow! Like I'm going to get stoned at 3:30—it doesn't sound so bad at that.

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

My biggest mistake: not wanting to help myself into thinking I am happy, that change would come about without really trying to change, or wanting to change. Procrastinating about changing. I do want to change.

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.

I'm not really sure which parts of myself are real and which parts are things I've gotten from books.

I'm afraid to live and afraid to die.

Sometimes fantasies are better than life.