It’s not only about sadness. In truth, sadness really has little to do with it. Depression is pain in its purest form and I would do anything to be able to feel an emotion again. Any emotion at all. Pain hurts, but pain that’s so powerful that you can’t feel anything anymore, that’s when you start to feel like you’re going crazy.

Yesterday I thought about why I felt the need to get up at exactly the same time as the day before and do everything I did the day before. Why? What compels any of us to do the things we do when deep down a part of us just wants to break free from it all?

There is a stark difference between fear and uncertainty, Sarai. You fear nothing but are uncertain of everything.

You were the missing piece of my soul, the breath in my lungs, and the blood in my veins.

Just remember to always be yourself and don’t be afraid to speak your mind or to dream out loud

It’s like irresistible poison: I’m mesmerized by the way it’s making me feel though it has the potential to crush my soul and I drink it down anyway.

It’s my future and my life and I can’t make myself live the way someone else wants me to.