Every thing about me I don’t like. I’m not depressed I just don’t like the way I look. The day I was born or the shell my soul is in, and I’m at peace with that.

I favour neither light nor darkness: I'm scared of both equally.

I’m not sure that numb is the way to live my life
To let my feelings engulf me and lose that last ray of light

Laughter is medicine for depression.

When you know your destination, you keep heading there no matter how far you are.

Death is unavoidable; I wonder what Enoch, Elijah and the other lucky ones did to sidestep it.

Waiting is torment and varies from waiting for sleep in your bed, waiting for your love to return or waiting for the angel of death after losing everything....

Tears wash away the pain in the heart.

Reset your mind.

Who’s watching the Watchman? :(