The voice of every kid hooked on drugs, alcohol or the occult joins the sad chorus "Not me! I didn't think it could ever happen to me. I was sure I could handle it.

The complete bottom has fallen out of my life.

Sometimes fantasies are better than life.

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

How can thoughts hurt so much when they aren't even physical?

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

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.