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yea, i know people have made mistakes that have hurt you or scared you or whatever. but here we turn it around and you do the same thing to me. and you acted like you cared about me. but i am not gonna make a problem of it. NO, you know why? cause i learnt how to forgive and move on.

“Some friends don’t understand rhis. They don’t understand how desperate I am to have someone say, I love you and I support you just the way you are because you are wonderful just the way you are. They don’t understand that I can’t remember anyone ever saying that to me. I am so demanding and difficult for my friends because I want to crumble and fall apart before them so they will love me even though I am no fun, lying in bed, crying all the time, not moving. Depression is all about If you loved me you would.” -Elizatbeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation

people who are depressed are sad most of the time. they want to be alone but not lonely. they want to have friends, but don’t want to socialize. and all they think about is dying. that they want to die right now, and they think about how. but please don’t kill yourself. the time you live as a human is just a short time of your life. you will live for an eternity. there are just a few people who will go to heaven. most of the people will go to hell and you will be there forever. there won’t be an end. so please, enjoy life on earth, because just in notime you will be in hell.

you are nothing more than a brain and a soul stuck in a body made of bones and muscles. The brain is the one that makes you think, which gives you an opinion about something and makes you smart. the soul is the one that makes you feel, that lets you know what you love and what you hate. your soul is the real you, the you that makes you beautiful. during the first few years of your life no one can look into your soul until you find that one person you love and he / she loves you too. that is the obligatory thing about life, the one moment that you cannot / will not show anything, and the next time that everyone can see how you feel. and it's beautiful.

I’m in trouble. I’m an addict. I’m addicted to this girl. She’s got my heart tight in a knot. And my stomach in a whirl. But even worse I can’t stop calling her. She’s all I want and more. I mean damn, what’s not to adore. I'm in trouble. I'm so cliche See that word just wares me out Makes me feel like just another boy To laugh and joke about. But even worse I can't stop calling her, I love to hear that voice. And honestly, I'm left with no choice.

- trouble never shout never

Suicide, successful suicide s permanent. Suicide is not temporary. You will not come back. Not to see your father, your mother, your brother, your sisters, your relatives, your friends. No one. But I feel like I am never gonna be happy again. And everyday it is just getting worse and worse. i can’t take it anymore

there are so many things in the world we don’t know about. we don’t know how it happend and sometimes we didn’t even know it did. it can be a miracle. one of these miracles is how the lord turned water into wine. nobody knows how that is done. and nobody knows how the universe began. and there is one thing we will hopefully never know. and that is how the universe will end.

Nobody knows what actually happens when you fall asleep. where do we go? how is it possible to be away from the real world for so many hours. How is it possible that we have so many fantasy when we sleep? it’s like your in a whole other universe, it your own world. you deside the rules, you deside who are in your world. in your dreams you figure out what you love, and where you are scared for. you can have dreams and nightmares. sometimes the reson for you to sleep is to get away from the real world, because that is your real nightmare. but is it still fun, if your dream turns in a nightmare? you don’t want to sleep anymore, and when you do, it is one of the worst moments in life. when i want to go to sleep and the nightmares begin, it changes to a panic attack. it is one of the worst feelings in the world. but how can sleeping change you like that? what world are you in? and why can’t you remember much when you wake up? and sometimes it looks so real you don’t even know anymore what is fake and what is real.

The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn’t do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life’s assets and debits do not squere. And surely nt because death seems suddenly appealing. the person in whom Its invisble agony reaches a vertain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jumf from the windown of a burnung high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. the variable here is the other terror, the fire’s flames: when he flames get clse enough, falling to death become the slightly less terrible of two terrors, It’s not desiring the fall; it;s terror of flames. And yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up yelling ‘Don’t!’ and ‘Hang on!’, can understand the jump. Not really. You’d have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling

David Foster Wallace

I didn’t want to wake up. i was having a much better time asleep. And that’s really sad. it was almost a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you’ree so revlied. Well, I woke up into a nightmare. And it is like really really satifying and horibble... What the hell can I even do about it? < exactly.. NOTHING..

Everyone has nightmares. Some are more worse than others. Sometimes you can’t even call it a nightmare. Just a bad dream. In nightmares everybody always dies. If it is you or your soul. No matter what a part of you dies. And it eats a part of you every night until it drives you crazy. You are to scared to even go to sleep and it just hurts so damn muchh. I am not even able to go to sleep and when I finally fall asleep the nightmares begin. Sometimes their were a few normal dreams but those times are over. Welcome to your worst nightmare.

Hold me close, take my hand. let’s be more than just friends. All I want is to have you with me. When you’re here I feel blessed, send to god on my best. All my best, just because he gave you all to me. And the sun is shining and you walk with me. I will never run away. Promise I will stay here with you. And I will say one day that I do. Give my heart and my whole life to you. We will laugh we will cry and the years all ass by and we still say I love you. Smile to me make me smile. Let’s just stare for a while. How could I lice my life without you? I love you and those jeans. You’re so simple to me and I love all the things that you do. And you make me dizzy. Make me lose my breath. I adore the way you sing. Never on the key. Sing to me.

Sometimes she feels something is missing. Not a piece of her heart or any feeling of inadequacy. But her soul misses something intangible. the way a star misses the darkness come each morning. U der the clear sky, in the starry night, my soul was in search of a tail of light. Silences of night was propounding me to laze beneath the lustrous sky.

Self-control is strength. Calmness is mastery. you have to get to a pint where your mood doesn’t shift based on tge insignificant action of someone else. Don’t allow others to control the direction of your life. Don’t allow your emotions to overpower your intelligence.The universe always wants to test your truths. You will encounter situations that make you secons guess everything. thessr are lessons. You know in your heart whats is true. Stay in your intuition. Connect with your soul for guidance.

everyone has their own way of healing. It might be to stop talking to certain people for a while. It might be waking up every morning and buying yourself a drink at starbucks. It might be making new friends. It might be walking in the rain without umbrella while tears take a stroll down your cheeks. Sometimes when life gets too hard all we want is to stop feeling like winter is wrapped in between our veins. Everyone has their own way of healing because every fall can be the same, but every fall can cause a different type of trauma

- Alexa Evangelista, The book I’ll Never Finish Writing

I hate the way you’re always right. i hate the way when you lie. i hate the way you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when your not around and the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close. Not even a little bit. Not even at all. And I just really need you right now. I don’t know what to do. I need you, I want you here. I love yo so much and I am sorry for everything. Please remember that. Stick and stones can break our bones. But words can break our hearts. And if we’re not careful they can shatter our dreams.

my world is falling apart, and your the onlyone who whould understand. I feel like screaming, because.. I don’t have anyone to talk to. Everyone is gone. Where are you? Why don’t you call. Why don’t you text? Why did you leave without saying goodbye? I miss you so much. I’m not okay. i think about you almost everyday. And I know it’s a shame to say I want to day almost everyday. And thats a lie. I don’t want to die, I want to live, but only in the happy moments. Does that make any sense?

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