Alone. The saddest word in the world.

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

I'm afraid to live and afraid to die.

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

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

Why is life so difficult? Why can't we be just ourselves and have everyone accept us the way we are?

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.