It wasn't strange at all, it felt like I could be myself with you no matter what happened in our lives because I knew deep inside that we would never leave each other be for a long time. You saved me the first time I got drunk, I saved you from the girls you were not interested in anymore. We were Bonnie and Clyde, clever and unattainable running from the police through the streets yelling "Honestly darling, I don't give a damn!". There was no possible way they could split us two, even when we tried our best to hurt each other feelings, facing all the stones in the road. We were never the challenge, we were always the prize.

You are such a pain in the ass but at the end of the day when lights get out, when loneliness comes in you are the only one left, the only one who isn't really afraid of the dark as I am, the only one who can put their armor and raise the sword when I say I have a monster under the bed. Sometimes it's good feeling you are not fighting the devils alone, that is someone out there ready to kick their asses. It was scary how a girl couldn't live without their friends, maybe I got scared of needing people to much but at the same time I made my bed so I must lay in it. But I'm glad you didn't let me be when I asked you to, I'm glad you are this persistent bastard. "I just want to tell you that you are very special and the only reason I'm telling you this is that I don't know if anyone ever has."

"One can't be happy without anyone. You are so wrong, you never let people choose their path, and let me tell you that's twisted. You have to understand that the human being has will, but you don't listen, never ever.. I always chose to be with you, and you were selfish enough just to care only about what you would rather feel. I need you? Does that count for you, what I want? It will, and it will start now. Love me or hate me, I will help you with the MDD and you will be alright, I won't give up from you never again, I won't let you step away from me and I don't really care if I have to sleep outside of your door or go pick you whenever you don't answer the phone. What you are feeling is only a side effect, and it will go away, I promise you. I will fix you. You are not a lost cause."

I'm doing it right, ain't I? Somehow in the middle of all this you are understanding that I am not there for you and you will slowly give up and forget me. I was never good at goodbyes but I am good at this, I'm good at making people not like me, I'm good at disappointing, I did it all my life.. I made the only person I loved hate me just because I couldn't stand loosing him, because of this stupid curse that makes everyone die.. Maybe I am crazy.

People who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones. Not giving a fuck is seriously the best thing I ever gave myself. Drama, drama, drama everywhere. And they say I'm drama queen. Silence is the best response to fools.

There's a moment in your life when you turn the caring button off, but you are still able to feel the cold outside.. You feel like someone who's watching their own life out of their own body, with no control of it, with no opinion.  And sadly or not, you can't turn it on, have control, because you are so deeply involved with your own sadness that you can't see the world. What once mad you happy, now just sounds boring; your friends, the activities you used to find amusing are now unbearable  You just wonder why don't they move on with their lives and forgot that person you once was because that person doesn't exist anymore All you can see is this darkness and you feel like sleeping for days in this loneliness. One day, you find out, that you turned into a robot if you are not on your medicine and you don't really care about that either.

It was hard to feel the right emotions at the right times. They didn't come at all when you set place for them, and they sacked when you weren't ready, when you were just innocently flossing your teeth, for example, or eating a bowl of cereal.

She got under the covers and put her arms around the shirt, she could smell her. It used to be she couldn't smell Gram's smell in the way you couldn't smell your own; it was too familiar. But tonight she could.
This was some living part of her still here and she held on to it. There was more of  Grams with her here and now than in what she had seen in the cold basement room that day.

People are going to disappoint you, I get that, I kind of expect that but, what happens if one day, you wake up and realize you are the disappointment?