That is all I want in life: for this pain to seem purposeful.
I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on.
All I do is go to the movies.
Oh, Ma, you're looking at all the trees, and I'm not even in the forest.
Sometimes I think that I was forced to withdraw into depression because it was the only rightful protest I could throw in the face of a world that said it was alright for people to come and go as they please, that there were simply no real obligations left.
Like, in high school, I was a good student and got straight As. It was very strict and you couldn't do well there unless you studied very hard, but every time there was any trouble, I was the first person they would be talking to.