Depression is pain in its purest form.

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

I tried to will them with my super mental powers so he’d put them around my waist, but apparently I had no super mental powers.

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.

He never leaves my side. And I know he never will.

Pain hurts, but pain that's so powerful that you can't feel anymore, that's when you start to feel like you're going crazy.

Coincidence is just a safe conformist for fate.