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

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

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

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.

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 can't believe that I changed so little. I expected to look old and hollow and gray, but I guess it's only me on the inside that has shriveled and deteriorated.

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