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You know, Zellie, there are enough broken things in the world. You shouldn't go around breaking things just for the fun of it.

I want to hear so many things, but I don't know exactly what I want to hear.

the only time you get lucky is when you're planning your suicide, it's definitely time to go.

You're like a grey sky. You're beautiful, even though you don't want to be.

I wish someone would give my heart a polygraph; it keeps lying and flipping and changing its mind.

There's no saving him from his deep hole. There's no saving me from my black slug.

My change of heart isn't about flaking out; it's about fighting back.

I mean, you just don't seem like a big fan of words yourself. So I thought you'd appreciate the lack of lyrics.

I don't know how to describe it, but the more I stare at him, the more I see his grief wrapped around him like shackles he can never take off.

I don't understand how someone who's not in your life anymore can make all the difference.

I don't like the idea of other people poring over my secrets. I don't even know if I have any secrets.

Anyone who has actually been that sad can tell you that there's nothing beautiful or literary or mysterious about depression.

He's no longer the person I want to die with; he's the person I want to be alive with.

I think he's looking for comfort, but I don't have any to give.

Depression is a part of you; it's in your bones and your blood. If I know anything about it, this is what I know: It's impossible to escape.

One spark can change everything.

In these moments, it always feels like my skin is too thin, like everyone can see right inside me, can see my empty and dark insides.

I wish gravity would go away and just let us all be a big mess.

I like other people's words. They fill me up.

No. I think you are crazy in completely different way. In a beautiful way.

I guess pretty much everything in life is about the perception of the observer. That maybe time just moves the quickest at the end.

I know it's all in my head, but some feelings are harder to shake than others.

I don't like songs about wanting things. I like songs about letting go, saying goodbye.

Maybe we all have darkness inside of us and some of us are better at dealing with it than others.

I wonder if that's how darkness wins, by convincing us to trap it inside ourselves, instead of emptying it out.
I don't want it to win.

It's funny how once you like someone, even the unattractive things they do somehow become endearing.

I will be stronger than my sadness.

My body is an efficient happy-thought-killing machine.

..because never in my life have I ever been picked when there was another alternative.

Laura, apparently, is a human bullshit detector.

Maybe he's the type of person who turns his lies into truths in his head.

What people never understand is that depression isn't about the outside; it's about the inside.

There's something poetic about the fact that the first boy to ever ask for my number is the same boy I'm going to die with.

He can't make me love him when he's going to leave me. When he wants to leave me. When he knows this is the end.

Sometimes it takes watching someone else observe how you live to realize exactly how you live.

Everything is subjective in the human mind. Our emotions, our opinions, they're all relative. It all depends on perspective.

It's like your sadness is so deep and overwhelming that you're worried it will drown everyone else in your life if you let them too close to it.

Maybe all anyone ever needs is for someone to notice them, to observe them.

Maybe the sadness comes just before the insanity

I can't wait until they don't have me here anymore.

Don't you ever think about that? What if this isn't the end and we just go on to a place even worse than this one?

The problem is, March snow days are miracles. You can't live for miracles.

I bet if you cut open my stomach, the black slug of depression would slide out.

Because loving you saved me. It's made me see myself differently, see the world differently. I owe you everything for that.

We're suicidal, not innumerate.

That's my girl." My heart jumps a little when he says that and I remind myself to get a grip.

Sometimes I wonder if my heart is like a black hole--it's so dense that there's no room for light, but that doesn't mean it can't still suck me in.

I'm like a grenade made of ceramic -solid and dense and cold- but still fragile.

He squeezes my hand so tight, I can't feel it anymore. I wish someone would do that to my heart.

Do you believe in other universes? Do you think there's another dimension where we're happy?

But just because it's cowardly doesn't guarantee it's going to be easy.