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

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

I'm partly somebody else trying to fit in and say the right things and do the right thing and be in the right place and wear what everybody else is wearing. Sometimes I think we're all trying to be shadows of each other, trying to buy the same records and everything even if we don't like them. Kids are like robots, off an assembly line, and I don't want to be a robot!

Alone. The saddest word in the world.

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

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

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.