I really am only one infinitely small part of an aching humanity.

I really am only one infinitely small part of an aching humanity.

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

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.

Lying - remembering beauty in truth.