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.

How is it possible for me to be so miserable and embarrassed and humiliated and beaten an function still talk and smile and concentrate?

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

Maybe the new me will be different.

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

My biggest mistake: not wanting to help myself into thinking I am happy, that change would come about without really trying to change, or wanting to change. Procrastinating about changing. I do want to change.

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