There was a lot about my life that was crappy, now that I couldn't talk. But if I hadn't gotten drunk that night, if I hadn't gotten in that accident, would I have ever had this moment? Lying there in the sun, holding Sam's hand like time didn't exist and the real world couldn't touch us? Somehow I didn't think so.
Love, Friendship, Acceptance
If love dies, that's when we've all truly died.
Inspirational, Dystopia
Reality hasn't really sunk in yet, I knew that. I didn't want to know what life was going to feel like when it finally did.
Reality, Realism
Once you start down the slippery slope of depression, it's hard to climb off of it. And sometimes you don't want to climb off of it.
Sadness, Sad, Depression
It felt like this was never going to end. The world wasn't going to stop crashing down until there was nothing left of me but dust.
Anxiety, Depression
Sometimes I feel like all the crap in the world is building up inside me, like all the bad is just filling me like a balloon. I push it all back, live my happy life.But sometimes that balloon exposed and all the crap lands on everything around me.
I wanted to scream as I stood there, my toes hanging over the edge of the dock. I wanted to let a gut-wrenching howl rip from my disfigured throat toward those clouded skies. I wanted to say every swear word my mother had ever taught me not to say.I would have settled for a cut-off whimper, just as long as some kind of sound came from my lips.
Silence, Depression, Voice
It kind of scares me though, to keep wearing it every day like I do. What happens when I run out of it? Will I forget what she looked like? What it looked like when the sun reflected on her hair? The way her pillow always smelled like her? Will my memory of her run out too?
Death, Grief, Lost