My peers, lately, have found companionship through means of intoxication - it makes them sociable. I, however, cannot force myself to use drugs to cheat on my loneliness - it is all that I have - and when the drugs and alcohol dissipate, will be all that my peers have as well.
Believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made.
I have spent my life resisting the desire to end it.
I won't give up the diary again. I must hold on here, it is the only place I can.
A book should serve as an axe to the ice inside us.
So eager are our people to obliterate the present.