While pensive poets painful vigils keep,Sleepless themselves, to give their readers sleep.

It was impossible to sleep. Anxiety stopped me from falling asleep; depression woke me up.

Depression is boring, I thinkand I would do better to makesome soup and light up the cave.

It’s a strange moment when you realize that you don’t want to be alive anymore.

He had the feeling that there was something physically behind his eyes, blocking the light.

People aren't crazy, they’re just reacting normally to an abnormally crazy world.

He wondered how sick in heart a woman needed to be for her to forsake a delight in flowers.

Almost everything carried to its logical extreme becomes either depressing or carcinogenic.

(...) Since I was a kid.""Which you refer to as 'back when you were happy.'""Right.

I finally understood what could drive kids to show up with guns and shoot up their schools.

I saw the world in black and white instead of the vibrant colours and shades I knew existed.

Did I miss the denial, anger, and bargaining phases, or did you leap straight to depression?

At the fall, we became alienated not only from God and other people but also from ourselves.

Efficient self-destruction is what it is. Clean and neat. Almost surgical in its precision.

Sometimes you have to cross the boundaries of Death in order to discover the meaning of Life.