still, what could i say? that i didn't just feel depressed - instead, it was like the depression was the core of me, of every part of me, from my mind to my bones? that if he got blue, i got black? that i hated those pills so much, because i knew how much i relied on them to live?

Depression is a side effect of dying. (Almost everything is, really).

My inner goddess is doing the merengue with some salsa moves.

Maybe our favorite quotations say more about us than about the stories and people we're quoting.

He missed that, too, and it hadn't even happened.

Thank you for wearing that dress which is like whoa.

When you’re as charming and physically attractive as myself, it’s easy enough to win over people you meet. But getting strangers to love you...now, that’s the trick.