I wanted to tell people, "My depression is acting up today" as an excuse for not seeing them, but I never managed to pull it off.

I'm going to be here until I'm cured?" "Life is not cured, Mr. Gilner. Life is managed".

I don't know how I can be so ambitious and so lazy at the same time.

We look into each other's eyes as we shake. His are still full of death and horror, but in them I see my face reflected, and inside my tiny eyes inside his, I think I see some hope.

Things to do today: 1) Breathe in. 2) Breathe out.

Every tounge bit had another word to say.

I've had good moments scattered since then, times when I thought I was better, but that was the last day I felt triumphant.