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.

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

I've always thought the best relationships are those that are as happy and content in silence as they are in action [...]

You ought to stop listening to stereotypes and start forming your own opinions.

How many times can our emotions be tied to someone else's - be pulled and stretched and twisted - before they snap? Before they can never be mended again?

Umbrellas are so small and sad and easy to forget.

What my parents never considered is that I just wanted a choice.