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.

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

Alone. The saddest word in the world.

Sometimes fantasies are better than life.

I'm not really sure which parts of myself are real and which parts are things I've gotten from books.

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

I'm afraid to live and afraid to die.