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

I bet the pill is harder to get than drugs--which shows how screwed up this world really is!

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

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

Lying - remembering beauty in truth.

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