Happiness is the most natural thing in the world when you have it, and the slowest, strangest, most impossible thing when you don’t.
Partials by Dan Wells
Life sucks when you have a good heart. You help too much. You trust too much. You give too much. And most importantly, you love too much.
I was beginning to suspect that underneath the awkwardness there was just more awkwardness and not much else. And that would explain why I stood in a room full of people and felt like the loneliest girl in the world.
Guitar Girl by Sarra Manning
The worst type of crying wasn’t the kind everyone could see—the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it.
Pushing the Limits by Katie McGarry
Sometimes the person who tries to keep everyone happy is the most lonely person.
I guess it’s true that they can’t actually hurt you unless they’re someone who actually matters to you.
Dressed up as myself, to live in the shadow of who I’m supposed to be.
Sick Little Games by All Time Low Lyric
Sooner or later I’m going to have to think about it, and then I’m going to be a mess.
When you’re depressed, you don’t pay a lot of attention to the world around you. You don’t want to see anyone. There are things you want to say – real things, honest things, honest things – but they’re bruised so deep inside, it’s an effort to drag them to the surface.
I hate this feeling. Like I’m here, but I’m not. Like someone cares. But they don’t. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here.
Crank by Ellen Hopkins
Maybe if I leave again, I’ll be able to forget about everything.
Exit Here by Jason Myers
I know I’m tired of thinking about what I should have done yesterday. I know I’m just tired. If I knew what to do with my life, how to fix it up, I would have done it a long time ago.
Dope Sick by Walter Dean Mye
I am getting better at smiling when people expect it.
Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson
It’s amazing how you, can keep so much bottled up inside of you and you can just walk around and nobody has any idea.
And then, something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.