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 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.

They have accepted me as an individual, as a personality, as an entity. I belong! I am important! I am somebody!

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

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

It's a good thing most people bleed on the inside or this would be a gory, blood-smeared earth.

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