Sometimes you have to forget what you feel, and remember what you deserve.
It’s funny how artistic we become when our hearts are broken.
The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.
It’s so difficult to describe depression to someone who’s never been there, because it’s not sadness. I know sadness. Sadness is to cry and to feel. But it’s that cold absence of feeling— that really hollowed-out feeling.