I’ve got to sleep. Sleep is my only way to escape.
Lying - remembering beauty in truth.
Maybe the new me will be different.
Alone. The saddest word in the world.
They don’t think “I care,” “I hurt,” or “I have feelings.” It just seems like I’m always “wrong,” always “selfish,” always “self-centered” and everything else that’s negative and destructive.
I pretend I've got lots of confidence and I'm a big jock and like that but deep inside I'm a frightened, insecure, can't-make-it failure.