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.

I'm saying I'm in love with you! I've been in love with you this whole bleeding year!

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.

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

The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you.

I don’t understand why things always go from perfect to weird with us. It’s like we’re incapable of normal human interaction.

I wish the world would swallow us here, whole, in this moment. And that's when it hits me that this - this - is falling in love.