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.

How could I have ever for a moment believed I wasn't in love with him?

I'm not interested in making what's easy. I'm interested in making what's beautiful.

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.

A blank canvas...has unlimited possibilities.

I wish for the thing that is best for me.