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.

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

I’m starting to get used to this feeling of not caring about anything.

There was no logic or any sense of purpose except that I knew I had to do something other than what I was doing, or I might not make it through this.

Depression is pain in its purest form.

Well, I suppose he’s stuck with you forever then.” “Yes, and forever is a very long time.” He pauses and then says, “Well, for the record, something tells me he wouldn’t have it any other way.

One more thing: don’t feel bad for not telling me that you loved me. You didn’t need to say it. I knew all along that you did.