What is the point of our lives? There isn't any. I can't seem to decide how much horror and how much joy lies within that simple truth, but I know it is both of those things at once.
Life, Fate, Joy
You never know what lurks just beneath the surface of my fragile sanity.
Mind, Insanity, Sanity
I'm falling apart, one part after another. Falling down on the world like snow. Half of me is already on the ground, watching from below.
Poetry, Despair, Sadness
It's so hard to find the place somewhere in the middle of the best and worst I've felt.
Worst, Emotions, Feelings
Just remember that those who feel profoundly depressed are those whose happiness is likewise intense. What's so wrong with that?
Happiness, Emotions, Depression
It's always almost Autumn, down here at Rock Bottom.
Despair, Sadness, Depression