Alone. The saddest word in the world.

Sometimes fantasies are better than life.

I'm afraid to live and afraid to die.

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.

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

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

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