A sense of humor is the best indicator that you will recover; it is often the best indicator that people will love you. Sustain that and you have hope.

i am constantly torn between killing myself and killing everyone around me. those seem to be the two choices. everything else is just killing time.

People are screwed up in this world. I'd rather be with someone screwed and open about it than somebody perfect and...you know... ready to explode.

My unhappiness precluded all else; unhappiness is a kind of narcissism, in which nothing that does not resonate with your unhappiness can interest you.

Whoever wrote"I'd rather have loved and lost than never have loved at all"Should be shot in the face.Funny thing is,I'd rather take their place

While I don't equate the dark night with depression, I do think our depressive moods could be imagined spiritually rather than only psychologically.

Eventually sinking into despair, [Heinrich von Kleist] shot himself in 1811 as part of a suicide pact made with a woman suffering from incurable cancer.

Moonlight filtered in through the blinds illuminating their bedroom, but the bright glow couldn’t penetrate the darkness that surrounded her heart.

I just want to sleep. A coma would be nice. Or amnesia. Anything, just to get rid of this, these thoughts, whispers in my mind. Did he rape my head, too?

...occasionally I wished I could walk through a picture window and have the sharp, broken shards slash me to ribbons so I would finally look like I felt.

Sharing a burdened heart with another who has the wisdom, strength, and knowledge to carry it, frees us from its weight long enough to focus on solutions

Life is merely terrible; I feel it as few others do. Often — and in my inmost self perhaps all the time — I doubt whether I am a human being.

I have a system with bathrooms. I spend a lot of time in them. They are sanctuaries, public places of peace spaced throughout the world for people like me.

If you know that I am genius Then know that you made me genius Everyone don't accept me as genius Because they aren't genius to belief me as genius

If green is envy and blue is depression, then I’m feeling quite turquoise right now. But maybe with a little luck, I’ll feel teal a little later.