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?
John GreenWe don't suffer from a shortage of metaphors . . . But you have to be careful which metaphor you choose, because it matters.
John Green