Alone. The saddest word in the world.

I really am only one infinitely small part of an aching humanity.

Sometimes fantasies are better than life.

Lying - remembering beauty in truth.

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.

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.

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