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

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

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.

Maybe the new me will be different.

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.

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.

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