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

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

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

I wouldn't intentionally hurt anyone in this whole world. I wouldn't hurt them physically or emotionally, how then can people so consistently do it to me? Even my parents treat me like I'm stupid and inferior and ever short. I guess I'll never measure up to anyone's expectations. I surely don't measure up to what I'd like to be.

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

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