It’s 3pm and I still can’t bring myself to get out of bed.
"It’s so difficult to describe depression to someone who’s never been there, because it’s not sadness. I know sadness. Sadness is to cry and to feel. But it’s that cold absence of feeling— that really hollowed-out feeling."
"When I was younger, I used to think that once you crossed the road, you were safe. When I thought about it more & more, I realised that you are never safe. Something is always going to come up in our lives that will harm us; wether it be lovers, friends, the hit of a car or even that boy in the blue sweater you saw across the street that one time. Whatever it is, something will ruin us. Courage is facing up to that."
It’s getting bad again.