"It’s so difficult to describe depression to someone who’s never been there, because it’s not sadness. I know sadness. Sadness is to cry and to feel. But it’s that cold absence of feeling— that really hollowed-out feeling."
"I am only responsible for my own heart, you offered yours up for the smashing my darling. Only a fool would give out such a vital organ."
"Who’s to say tomorrow won’t be the best day of your life?"