I take great care of myself by carefully shutting myself away.

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.

That’s when you know you’ve found somebody special. When you can just shut the f*ck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.

I hope you wake up one day in the middle of the night and roll over on the bed we first made love on and feel regret rise through your throat like a hot sour taste and all you can think about is “fuck, i should’ve tried for her

… and the more hurt she gets, the more venomous she grows.

Only worth living if somebody is loving you.

I touched her thigh and death smiled.