“I know what it's like to battle everyday of my life, just for acceptance, just to survive.”

“I'm just like this. I have no talent for choosing my battles. Life seems, strangely, like a battle to me. The whole thing.”

“I could accept my circumstances, my life, people, and even events around me, without giving my approval or releasing my control over such. I don’t have to like what happened; I just need to accept that it indeed occurred.”

“Life just swallows you up, doesn't it?Just swallows you up with its everyday things”

“A lot of life is just surviving what happens.”

“In reality of everyday occurrences I've had to submit to people in order not to lose them. It's less the submission that bothers me, I guess, than how it makes my life miserable. And what happens if I can't forgive myself for making that choice? And what if, in order to keep on living, I have to continue to accept myself? What am I supposed to do? Conclusion: It'd be best if I'm destroyed. The best thing is for me just to vanish.”