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

I'm not really sure which parts of myself are real and which parts are things I've gotten from books.

The complete bottom has fallen out of my life.

My biggest mistake: not wanting to help myself into thinking I am happy, that change would come about without really trying to change, or wanting to change. Procrastinating about changing. I do want to change.

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

Why is life so difficult? Why can't we be just ourselves and have everyone accept us the way we are?

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