My reasons to live Were my reasons to die But at least they were mine Now I've freedom unbound Cut the laces of life

I smile to myself knowing that they may be dead.

I'm bipolar, but I'm not crazy, and I never was. I'm stark raving sane.

Being brave means to know something is scary, difficult, and dangerous, and doing it anyway, because the possibility of winning the fight is worth the chance of losing it.

You," he said, "are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain.

Life is not like Gloomy Sunday, with a second ending when the people are disturbed.

History written in pencil is easily erased, but crayon is forever.