Its the people you are close to, the ones who love you, the ones who have seen your heart, who have touched your soul - to them, it is obvious that something is wrong or missing. Your heart and soul are missing. They feel it. It hurts them. It kills them.

Very early in my life it was already too late.

You don't even have to hate to have a perfectly miserable time.

Depression is about as close as you get to somewhere between dead and alive, and it's the worst.

Doing nothing is opting for the sweetness of stillness...Instead of fighting with that which you cannot control, you might as well just see it through.

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

I am crying over the elusive nature of love.