I think that if past lives are real then we have been lovers in every single one of them. I've known you for a short time, but I feel like I've known you forever.

I don't know myself. I don't know what I want or how I feel or how I should feeland I don't think I ever really have.

I believe that no matter what happens, or where we go, or if there's an afterlife, that we'll always be connected. Not even death can make me forget you, or forget that I love you.

But as I stood there dressed in a cute black pants suit and white button-up shirt and heels, I felt completely out of place. Not necessarily because of the clothes, but…I just don’t belong there. I can’t put my finger on it, but that Monday and the rest of that week when I woke up, got dressed and walked into that store, something was itching the back part of my consciousness. I couldn’t hear the actual words, but it felt like: This is your life, Camryn Bennett. This is your life.

Depression is pain in its purest form.

Why does everybody have to be with somebody? It’s a stupid delusion and a really pathetic way of thinking.

I don’t know what I’m doing, or where I’m going, but I do know that I want to do whatever it is and get there soon.