“She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. We did not know what to make of her. In our minds we tried to pin her to a corkboard like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew.”—Jerry Spinelli
“It seemed to me that if I could get hooked on some drug, anything was possible. I’d make new friends. I’d have a real problem. I’d be able to walk into a church basement full of fellow sufferers, and have them all say, Welcome to our nightmare! We understand! Here are our phone numbers, call any time you feel you’re slipping because we’re here for you. Here for you: I could not imagine anyone ever being here for me.
Depression was the loneliest fucking thing on earth.”
“Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never have a decent night’s sleep again and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a loveless landscape, hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve, but suspecting, in their heart of hearts, that they will remain unloved forever. The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake somebody else up, so that they can feel this way, too.”—Lemony Snicket
“Look, other bands, they want to make it about sex or pain, but you know, The Beatles, they had it all figured out, okay? “I Want to Hold Your Hand.” The first single. It’s effing brilliant, right? That’s what everybody wants. They don’t want a twenty-four-hour hump sesh, they don’t want to be married to you for a hundred years. They just want to hold your hand.”—Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist
“And grief still feels like fear. Perhaps, more strictly, like suspense. Or like waiting; just hanging about waiting for something to happen. It gives life a permanently provisional feeling. It doesn’t seem worth starting anything. I can’t settle down. I yawn, I fidget, I smoke too much. Up till this I always had too little time. Now there is nothing but time. Almost pure time, empty successiveness.”—C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed
My 30 day challenge was a HUGE fail. Since that fact that I haven’t posted four days of the challenge. I should be starting where I left off tomorrow.
I’ve been so busy, I haven’t had time to actually sit down and write a long journal.
Tonight was incredibly fun, I went to my Friends wedding, and it was full of tears and good laughs.I didn’t think I would actually cry. Who knew right? Haha
Renee looked beautiful, her dress was amazing and it was so sad. The reception was a blast, I had fun chatting it up and dancing.
I’m leaving for Michigan tomorrow and can’t wait to get out of this city!
“Some things are hard to write about. After something happens to you, you go to write it down, and either you over dramatize it or underplay it, exaggerate the wrong parts or ignore the important ones. At any rate, you never write it quite the way you want to”—Sylvia Plath
“I never really gave up on you. Not really. I always hoped … Hermione told me to get on with life, maybe go out with some other people, relax a bit around you, because I never used to be able to talk if you were in the room, remember? And she thought you might take a bit more notice if I was a bit more - myself.”—Ginny Weasley