I love Coos Bay, and I love Acid!
I can't believe that I changed so little. I expected to look old and hollow and gray, but I guess it's only me on the inside that has shriveled and deteriorated.
This morning when I left Mom's parting words were, Come straight home after school. Wow! Like I'm going to get stoned at 3:30—it doesn't sound so bad at that.
I guess I'll never measure up to anyone's expectations. I surely don't measure up to what I'd like to be.
Dear precious Diary, I am baptizing you with my tears. I know we have to leave and that one day I will even have to leave my father and mother’s home and go into a home of my own. But ever I will take...
Antes pensaba que la única que sentía las cosas era yo, pero realmente no soy sino una parte infinitamente pequeña de la humanidad que sufre.
Actually I don’t need the sleep as much as I need the escape. It’s a wonderful way to escape. I think I can’t stand it and then I just take a pill and wait for sweet nothingness to take over. At this...
They have accepted me as an individual, as a personality, as an entity. I belong! I am important! I am somebody!
It all seems so permanent, so old and new at the same time. But I wonder if I will ever feel completely new again. Or will I spend the rest of my life feeling like a walking disease?
Incluso con mis amigas no soy realmente yo misma.En parte soy otra; tratando de encajar, de decir cosas apropiadas, de hacerlas cosas requeridas, de estar en el lugar más indicado, de vestir comoviste...
I'm afraid to live and afraid to die.
I used to think I was the only one who felt things. but I really am only one infinitely small part of an aching humanity. It’s a good thing most people bleed on the inside or this would really be a go...
I think I'd better take some of Gramps' sleeping pills, I'm never going to be able to sleep without them. In fact I think I'd better take a supply of them. He's got plenty, and I'm sure I'll have a fe...
How can thoughts hurt so much when they aren't even physical?
¿Cómo puedo sentirme tan miserable, turbada, humillada, apaleada, yhablar todavía, funcionar, sonreír y, concentrarme?
Tengo este necio temor: el temor de ser vieja sin haber sido nunca joven deverdad.
I wanted to ask God to help me but I could utter only words, dark, useless words which fell on the floor beside me and rolled off into the corners and underneath the bed.
I feel grown-up. I am no longer in the category with the children, I am one of the adults! And I love it! They have accepted me as an individual, as a personality, as an entity. I belong! I am importa...
Adolescenti prolaze teško razdoblje. Odrasli se prema njima ponašaju kao prema djeci, ali očekuju da se oni ponašaju kao odrasli. Zapovijedaju im kao da su male životinje, a onda očekuju da reagiraju...
¿Por qué será tan difícil la vida? ¿Porqué no podemos ser como somos y que nos acepten como tales? ¿Por qué no puedo ser yo, sencillamente, tal como soy ahora, sin necesidad de concentrarme, de mortif...