Once a sceptic, now the critic and you figured you finally found a place of your own amongst the cold and timid souls, where only failure knows your name. Look around for the closest to blame but look no further than the hands beneath your arms.
And now you're six feet down buried with, with your passing fame!

The greatest tragedy is not your death, but a life without reason. Life has no purpose.

 

The problem with depression is

lifeaccordingtohan:

-You know you’ll be ok, but you still feel awful.
-You know people love you, but it doesn’t feel like they do.
-You know doing something will make you feel better, but you just don’t know how to.
-You want to be well, but you just can’t seem to get there.

…I’m someone who’s mostly dead inside but still has a little hope for something extraordinary, which, as I said, is the worst breed of human, because it means I know everything is bullshit, but that I secretly hope for the day when it might not be.

Nick Miller

(Source: o-tiffany)