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

“I wouldn't intentionally hurt anyone in this whole world. I wouldn't hurt them physically or emotionally, how then can people so consistently do it to me? Even my parents treat me like I'm stupid and inferior and ever short. I guess I'll never measure up to anyone's expectations. I surely don't measure up to what I'd like to be.”

“When I’m with him, everything makes so much sense…when I’m away, it’s so much shit.”

“Why so much hate in your mind when love is the only way to straighten things out?”

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

“You can’t do anything to please anybody or say anything to please them or even dress so they’ll be happy and give you a smile.”

“They don’t think “I care,” “I hurt,” or “I have feelings.” It just seems like I’m always “wrong,” always “selfish,” always “self-centered” and everything else that’s negative and destructive.”