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

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

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

“I’m really cracking. No, I’m beyond cracking. I’m shattered. I’m lost. I’m fragmented.”

“I pretend I’ve got lots of confidence and I’m a big jock and like that but deep inside I’m a frightened, insecure, can’t-make-it failure.”

“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.”

“Like usual, what I want is not important, what I’m supposed to do that counts.”