Alone. The saddest word in the world.

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!

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

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.

Maybe the new me will be different.

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