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

The voice of every kid hooked on drugs, alcohol or the occult joins the sad chorus "Not me! I didn't think it could ever happen to me. I was sure I could handle it.

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

They don’t think “I care,” “I hurt,” or “I have feelings.” It just seems like I’m always “wrong,” always “selfish,” always “self-centered” and everything else that’s negative and destructive.

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

Sometimes fantasies are better than life.

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