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

Sometimes fantasies are better than life.

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.

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

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

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