I’m full of love, and nobody wants it. — Dylan Klebold
She imagined herself both queen and slave, dominatrix and victim. In her imagination she was making love with men of all skin colors–white, black, yellow–with homosexuals and beggars. She was anyone’s, and anyone could do anything to her. She had one, two, three orgasms, one after another. She imagined everything she had never imagined before,… Continue reading Paulo Coelho
Things to do today: 1) Breathe in. 2) Breathe out. — Ned Vizzini, It’s Kind of a Funny Story. (Miramax, April 3, 2007)
“I have a thin skin. I think this is part and parcel of depression and anxiety – to be precise – being a person quite likely to get depression and anxiety … I don’t fight it. I accept things more. This is who I am. And besides, fighting it actually makes it worse. The trick… Continue reading Matt Haig
I want to explain how exhausted I am. Even in my dreams. How I wake up tired. How I’m being drowned by some kind of black wave. — Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation. (Riverhead Books; 2nd ed. edition October 1, 1995) Originally published 1994.
Sometimes the difference between living and dying is just a little bit. Sometimes the difference between living and dying is just a sigh. — Lauren E. Simonutti (1968-2012)
And so I am feeling numb. It’s a curious feeling, and I get it all the time. My attention to the world around me disappears, and something starts to hum inside my head. Far off, voices try to bump up against me, but I repel them. My ears fill up with water and I focus… Continue reading Marya Hornbacher