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 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.

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

Alone. The saddest word in the world.

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

I'm afraid to live and afraid to die.