Everyday was another day spent waiting. Every night was another night when she might meet someone who would recognize her true worth.

I had this dream to become a writer since I was a teenager.

Stop being yourself and become who u always wanted to be

I cannot lose the one thing that keeps me alive : hope -

No one loses anyone, because no one owns anyone. That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it

When things start to happen, and the path does reveal itself to us, we become afraid of carrying on

Once in a mental hospital, a person grows used to the freedom that exists in the world of madness and becomes addicted to it. You no longer have to take on responsibilities, to struggle to earn your daily bread, to be bothered with repetitive, mundane tasks. You could spend hours looking at a picture or making absurd doodles. Everything is torelated because, after all, the person is mentally ill.