Two separate, distinct personalities, not separate at all, but inextricably bound, soul and body and mind, to each other, how did we get so far apart so fast?

And if you ever do a survey, you'll find that people prefer illusion to reality, ten to one. Twenty, even.

For me being depressed means you can spend all day in bed, and still not get a good night's rest.

Riding the train gives him too much time to think, he has decided. Too much thinking can ruin you.

Depression is not sobbing and crying and giving vent, it is plain and simple reduction of feeling.

With my friends, I don't feel pressure to be someone other than who I am.

Life is not a series of pathetic, meaningles actions. Some of them are so far from pathetic, so far from meaningless as to be beyond reason, maybe beyond forgiveness.