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

“¿Cómo puedo sentirme tan miserable, turbada, humillada, apaleada, yhablar todavía, funcionar, sonreír y, concentrarme?”

“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.”

“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.”

“I would like to stay stoned all the time, it scares me it’s so good. I would like to stay stoned every minute of every day for the rest of my life.”

“I know I was drugged but that is still no excuse. Why do they want to do things like that?”