I’m smart but not enough – just smart enough to have problems.
So why am I depressed? That’s the million-dollar question, baby, the Tootsie Roll question; not even the owl knows the answer to that one. I don’t know either. All I know is the chronology.
That’s all I can do. I’ll keep at it and hope it gets better.
I work. And I think about work, and I freak out about work, and I think about how much I think about work, and I freak out about how much I think about how much I think about work, and I think about how freaked out I get about how much I think about how much I think about work.
Life is a nightmare.
Some of the most profound truths about us are things that we stop saying in the middle.
The stuff adults tell you not to do is the easiest.
Life can’t be cured, but it can be managed.
Depression starts slow.
My family shouldn’t have to put up with me. They’re good people, solid, happy. Sometimes when I’m with them I think I’m on television.
It’s tough to get out of bed; I know that myself. You can lie there for an hour and a half without thinking anything, just worrying about what the day holds and knowing that you won’t be able to deal with it.
I’m young, but I’m already screwing up my life. I’m smart but not enough – just smart enough to have problems.
The therapists told you that you needed to find happiness within yourself before you got it from another person.
I lie there thinking about how everything I’ve done is a failure, death and failure, and there’s no hope for me except being homeless, because I’m never going to be able to hold a job because everyone else is so much smarter.
You are blessed with a good mind. You just have to have confidence in it and talk when people call on you.
But you know what, it’s time for me to stop putting other people’s emotions ahead of my own. It’s time for me to be true to myself, like the popstars say. And my true self wants to blast off this rock.
You lose one friend, you pick up another.
I picked Ember. After I started working with Mortin.′ ‘Why?’ ‘Because embers turn into flames.
Someday someone is going to find this pelvis sexy or I’ll never have children.
There’s so much more for me to be doing. I should be a success and I’m not and other people – younger people – are. Younger people than me are on TV and getting paid and winning scholarships and getting their lives in order. I’m still a nobody. When am I going to not be a nobody?