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'm afraid to live and afraid to die.

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

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

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

She didn't know whether she was running away from something or running to something, but she admitted that deep in her heart she wanted to go home.

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