I was in a self-induced depression. Welcome to me Real World.

My talent was the uncompromising ability to feel spite.

Kids lose their trust in the parents they love, but still accept them, so they end up not trusting themselves anymore.

Fortunately for me, I ran across some girls I could get along with so I could enjoy high school life okay, but it must be awful for kids who don't get along with anybody. We're different from our parents, a completely different species from our teachers. And kids who are one grade apart you are in a different world altogether. In other words, we're basically surrounded by enemies and have to make it on our own.

A woman who does not know herself has no choice other than to live with other people’s evaluations. But no one can adapt perfectly to public opinion. And herein lies the source of their destruction.

And what if, in order to keep on living, I have to continue to accept myself?

I’m still afraid of being totally honest. I’m more afraid of this than dying.