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

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

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

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

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

Nobody's talking to me, but nobody's hassling me either. I guess you can't have everything.