You don't even have to hate to have a perfectly miserable time.
Ritalin abuse is a big issue in the US.
...All I want to talk about is the oncoming apocalypse in my brain.
No one who had never been depressed like me could imagine that the pain could get so bad that death became a star to hitch up to, a fantasy of peace someday which seemed better than any life with all this noise in my head.
Belief is a good thing in principle, but an annoying thing in human beings.
A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight!
Judaism will be enmeshed in pride and shame for as long as it endures. But to endure as a country, Israel must shun both these tendencies.
If you take someone's thoughts and feelings away, bit by bit, consistantly, they then have nothing left except some gritty, gnawing, shitty little instinct, down there, somewhere, worming around in the gut, but so far down, so hidden, it's impossible to find.
All I do is go to the movies.
Sometimes I wish that there were a way to let people know that just because I live in a world without rules, and in a life that is lawless, doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt so bad the morning after.
In a strange way, I had fallen in love with my depression.
Years of depression have robbed me of that—well, that give, that elasticity that everyone else calls perspective.
Everything's plastic, we're all gonna die.
I'd really like to write a book about Timothy McVeigh, but it would only work if he cooperated.
I always carry lots of stuff with me wherever I roam, always weighted down with books, with cassettes, with pens and paper, just in case I get the urge to sit down somewhere, and oh, I don't know, read something or write my masterpiece.
The most likely person to kill you is your wife, but that probably won't happen. What probably will happen is a million little betrayals of varying degrees of pain, brought on by people you love, the only ones who really can hurt you.
People who think that Sylvia Plath was a poor, sensitive poet are not getting that she had great amounts of ambition and anger that moved her along, or she wouldn't have been able to fight against that depression to produce such an incredible body of work by the age of thirty.
And I want out of this life on drugs.
It's nonverbal: I need love. I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on. And I know it's around me somewhere, but I just can't feel it.
I start to get the feeling that something is really wrong.
I am sick of the girl who cries 'wolf' all the time. Even though not one of those cries was ever a false alarm
For all of my life I have needed more.
I sit there in my bed staring at the wall, feeling happy, enjoying the way the wall looks, how pink and how white it is. Pink and white, as far as I’m concerned, have never looked quite so pink and white before.
Depression is all about if you loved me you would. As in, if you loved me you would stop doing your schoolwork, stop going out drinking with your friends on a Saturday night, stop accepting starring roles in theater productions, and stop doing everything besides sitting here by my side and passing me Kleenex and aspirin while I lie and creak and cry and drown myself and you in my misery.
In my case, I was not frightened in the least bit at the thought that I might live because I was certain, quite certain, that I was already dead.
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