It's nonverbal: I need love. I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on. And I know it's around me somewhere, but I just can't feel it.

My God, I could raise a family of six children and hold down a full-time job with all the energy I expend on depression!

They can give you all the pills on earth and do whatever - and you're still yourself.

I dont know if im running because i'm scared or if i'm scared because i'm running.

A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight!

Pick a man, any man. Every guy I fall for becomes Jesus Christ within the first twenty-four hours of our relationship. I know that this happens, I see it happening, I even feel myself, sometimes, standing at some temporal crossroads, some distinct moment at which I can walk away and keep it from happening, but I never do. I grab at everything, I end up with nothing, and then I feel bereft. I mourn for the loss of something I never even had.

They have no idea what a bottomless pit of misery I am.