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

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.

one day I'll be old, without ever having really been young

The complete bottom has fallen out of my life.

Lying - remembering beauty in truth.

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

Sometimes fantasies are better than life.