Biology gives you a brain. Life turns it into a mind.
It was one of those humid days when the atmosphere gets confused. Sitting on the porch, you could feel it: the air wishing it was water.
She held herself very straight, like Audrey Hepburn, whom all women idolize and men never think about.
Basically what we have here is a dreamer. Somebody out of touch with reality. When she jumped, she probably thought she’d fly.
We couldn’t imagine the emptiness of a creature who put a razor to her wrists and opened her veins, the emptiness and the calm.
In the end, it wasn’t death that surprised her but the stubbornness of life.
I don’t know what you’re feeling. I won’t even pretend.
I live my own life and nurse my own wounds. It’s not the best way to live. But it’s the way I am.
Depression is like a bruise that never goes away. A bruise in your mind. You just got to be careful not to touch it where it hurts. It’s always there, though.