Character: Alice. Page 12

Afraid to hope, but still hope; because of the thought of hope in a place where hope has no place, on eyes tears well up.

There's nowhere to go because the whole world is insane.

I don't feel real. I have to be someone else.

Maybe the ice begins to melt? I hope, I hope.

And now I'm dealing with dullness of all the grey days in the world.

My room is my whole universe...

My God, I gotta get out of this dump! She sucks me, I'm drowning! I need to get out of here while I still can.

Anyone who says that acid and weed are not addictive, stupid fool, idiot and crazy!

Any addict half the denizen of the gutter, they have one without the other can not.

A great tool to escape from reality. When can't just take a pill and wait until the fall into a blissful nothing. In this period of my life "nothing" much better than "something."

I'm part of another person who is trying to meet, and speak, and do the right things, go to the right places and to dress the same as others. Sometimes I feel like we're trying to be shadows of each other, buying the same records and stuff, even if we don't like something.

It's funny, but when something starts to go well, everything else too is getting better.

Maybe the new me will be quite different.

And how is it that I, so wretched, so humiliated and broken, unable to function, talk, smile and think?