My smile wavers as I revert to my natural state of being: nervous and weird.

Because that's the thing about depression. When I feel it deeply, I don't want to let it go. It becomes a comfort. I want to cloak myself under its heavy weight and breathe it into my lunges. I want to nurture it, grow it, cultivate it. It's mine. I want to check out with it, drift asleep wrapped in its arms and not wake up for a long, long time.

Just because something isn't practical doesn't mean it's not worth creating. Sometimes beauty and real-life magic are enough.

I wish friends held hands more often, like the children I see on the streets sometimes. I'm not sure why we have to grow up and get embarrassed about it.

You read a lot. - Safer than going on a real adventure

You should show encouragement whenever you can. People try harder when they know that someone cares about them.

What’d I tell you about musicians? That bad boy type will only break your heart.