...All I want to talk about is the oncoming apocalypse in my brain.

Insanity is knowing that what you're doing is completely idiotic, but still, somehow, you just can't stop it.

So many more cycles of elation of the first kiss, and devastation when it's over.

Years of depression have robbed me of that—well, that give, that elasticity that everyone else calls perspective.

That is all I want in life: for this pain to seem purposeful.

But day after day of depression, the kind that doesn’t seem to merit carting me off to a hospital but allows me to sit here on this stoop in summer camp as if I were normal, day after day wearing down everybody who gets near me. My behavior seems, somehow, not acute enough for them to know what to do with me, though I’m just enough of a mess to be driving everyone around me crazy.

I admire Bruce Springsteen because he's a heroic person who has lots of integrity and has this incredible body of work that is so vital.