Depression is the flaw in love.

If you were married to someone and thought "well, if my wife dies i'll find another one" it wouldnt be love as we know it.

There is no such thing as love without the anticipation of loss, and that specter of despair can be the engine of intimacy.

I sing it over and over to occupy my mind.
To block out the things my mind is saying.
Which is, "you, you are nothing. You are nobody. You don't even deserve to live." And that is why i am thinking about killing myself.

You don't think in depression that u've put on a grey vale and have seen world through the haze of a bad mood. You think that the vale have been taken away, the vale of happyness, and that now you are seeing trully.

But the truth lies.

Depression is a family secret that everyone has.

When you love a dog...it gives it back to you.

When you hit a dog, its going to fear you and bite you.

Thats who i am ;)