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.

I'm afraid to live and afraid to die.

The complete bottom has fallen out of my life.

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.

I guess I'll never measure up to anyone's expectations. I surely don't measure up to what I'd like to be.

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.

I pretend I've got lots of confidence and I'm a big jock and like that but deep inside I'm a frightened, insecure, can't-make-it failure.