I sit there in my bed staring at the wall, feeling happy, enjoying the way the wall looks, how pink and how white it is. Pink and white, as far as I’m concerned, have never looked quite so pink and white before.

I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on.

I was so scared to give up depression, fearing that somehow the worst part of me was actually all of me.

Into every sunny life a little rain must fall.

I was meant to date the captain of the football team, I was going to be on a romantic excursion every Saturday night, I was destined to be collecting corsages from every boy in town before prom, accepting such floral offerings like competing sacrifices to a Delphic goddess.

It is so hard to learn to put sadness in perspective so hard to understand that it is a feeling that comes in degrees, it can be a candle burning gently and harmlessly in your home, or it can be a full-fledged forest fire that destroy almost everything and is controlled by almost nothing. It can also be so much in-between

As soon as I was out in the street, I realized I didn't want to be alone after all, I realized I didn't want to be anything at all.