I had fooled myself into thinking that I was something important to the rest of the world.

That's all I can do. I'll keep at it and hope it gets better.

I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad.

Do you even know who the enemy is?" "I think... it's me".

I feel dead, wasted, awful, broken and useless. It's not the kind of feeling you forget.

What am I always going to do? I'm going to go home and freak out.I'm going to sit with my family and try not to talk about myself and what's wrong. Im going to try and eat. Then I'm going to try and sleep. I dread it. I can't eat and I can't sleep. I'm not doing well in terms of being a functional human, you know?

I should be a success and I'm not and other people- younger people- are. Younger people than me are on TV and getting their lives in order. I'm still a nobody. When am I going to not be a nobody?