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.

I would like to stay stoned all the time, it scares me it’s so good. I would like to stay stoned every minute of every day for the rest of my life.

Nobody's talking to me, but nobody's hassling me either. I guess you can't have everything.

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

Maybe the new me will be different.

I'm afraid to live and afraid to die.

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