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

How can thoughts hurt so much when they aren't even physical?

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

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

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

They have accepted me as an individual, as a personality, as an entity. I belong! I am important! I am somebody!

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.