Lying - remembering beauty in truth.

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.

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

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.

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

I guess I'll never measure up to anyone's expectations. I surely don't measure up to what I'd like to be.