It’s a strange moment when you realize that you don’t want to be alive anymore.
I couldn't even muster the enthusiasm to hate myself anymore.
Nobody can guarantee that it's going to be okay, but - and I don't know if this will be comforting to anyone else - the possibility exists that there's a piece of corn on a floor somewhere that will make you just as confused about why you were laughing as you have ever been about why you are depressed.