I'm partly somebody else trying to fit in and say the right things and do the right thing and be in the right place and wear what everybody else is wearing. Sometimes I think we're all trying to be shadows of each other, trying to buy the same records and everything even if we don't like them. Kids are like robots, off an assembly line, and I don't want to be a robot!

How is it possible for me to be so miserable and embarrassed and humiliated and beaten an function still talk and smile and concentrate?

Sometimes fantasies are better than life.

Maybe the new me will be different.

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

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

The complete bottom has fallen out of my life.