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.

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

This morning when I left Mom's parting words were, "Come straight home after school." Wow! Like I'm going to get stoned at 3:30—it doesn't sound so bad at that.

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.

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.

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

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