“Sometimes I'm afraid I've got it all wrong...and then I know I do...and then I feel small like I'm supposed to.”
“I don't know. I just feel stuck, like I'm afraid to take any steps, in case they're the wrong ones.”
“Sometimes I feel like I've got my nose pressed up against the window of a bakery, only I'm the bread.”
“Sometimes it feels like I'm all that they've got. It's so hard to know I'm not what they want.”
“Not quite. I'm thinking of a queer feeling I sometimes get, a feel that I've got something important to say and the power to say it—only I don't know what it is, and I can't make any use of the power.”
“I've started to have dreams while I'm awake. I remember music I've never heard... I've got all this extra stuff in my head, but I'm forgetting things from my own life. I feel like I'm being taken over.”