I’m not really sure which parts of myself are real and which parts are things I’ve gotten from books.
BEATRICE SPARKSI’m not really sure which parts of myself are real and which parts are things I’ve gotten from books.
BEATRICE SPARKSI’m partly somebody else trying to fit in and say the right things and do the right thing and be in the right place and wear what everybody else is wearing.
BEATRICE SPARKSWhy is life so difficult? Why can’t we be just ourselves and have everyone accept us the way we are?
BEATRICE SPARKSHow can thoughts hurt so much when they aren’t even physical?
BEATRICE SPARKSI guess I’ll never measure up to anyone’s expectations. I surely don’t measure up to what I’d like to be.
BEATRICE SPARKSI feel like Alice in Wonderland. Maybe Lewis G Carroll was on drugs too.
BEATRICE SPARKSHow is it possible for me to be so miserable and embarrassed and humiliated and beaten an function still talk and smile and concentrate?
BEATRICE SPARKSone day I’ll be old, without ever having really been young
BEATRICE SPARKSThe voice of every kid hooked on drugs, alcohol or the occult joins the sad chorus “Not me! I didn’t think it could ever happen to me. I was sure I could handle it.
BEATRICE SPARKSIt’s a good thing most people bleed on the inside or this would be a gory, blood-smeared earth.
BEATRICE SPARKSMy biggest mistake: not wanting to help myself into thinking I am happy, that change would come about without really trying to change, or wanting to change. Procrastinating about changing. I do want to change.
BEATRICE SPARKSI really am only one infinitely small part of an aching humanity.
BEATRICE SPARKSI’m really cracking. No, I’m beyond cracking. I’m shattered. I’m lost. I’m fragmented.
BEATRICE SPARKSI 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.
BEATRICE SPARKSI’m afraid to live and afraid to die.
BEATRICE SPARKSThe complete bottom has fallen out of my life.
BEATRICE SPARKS