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

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

She didn't know whether she was running away from something or running to something, but she admitted that deep in her heart she wanted to go home.

Nobody's talking to me, but nobody's hassling me either. I guess you can't have everything.

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

The same old dumb teachers teaching the same old dumb subjects in the same old dumb school. I seem to be kind of losing interest in everything. At first I thought high school would be fun but it's just dull. Everything's dull. Maybe it's because I'm growing up and life is becoming more blase.

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