“The hardest thing about depression is that it is addictive. It begins to feel uncomfortable not to be depressed. You feel guilty for feeling happy.”

“If you aren't just a little depressed, then you aren't paying very much attention to what's going on in the world.”

“He sang “I wish I weren’t me” over and over again just flat of the key of love until he forgot the words and could only hum along. Everyday was the same. The same stupid smile on the same stupid boy. Until the days blurred into a haze and the boy dropped into a depression. Not a cool dark room and cigarette depression like the songs he loved, but one that felt like he was being smothered by a safe, suburban, monotonous blanket. Everything felt like a headache to the boy. Every face, every stupid stuttered sentence all wrapped up into the biggest headache ever. So the boy took an aspirin. And another and another and then went to sleep, lullabyed by hopes he would never wake up to.”

“Love exists in powder. Love exists in pills. We are all addicts.”

“We are symbolic. We are driving to the edge of the city and talking in vague-yet-resolute certainties about our dreams and our futures. We are leaving certain things in the medicine cabinet. We are falling in love.”

“However,when given the chance, many people choose cocaine over love. I wouldn’t say that’s abad choice. The endorphins released during infatuation are similar to heroin. OxyContin,“the cuddling hormone,” most often found in new mothers and newlyweds, is like ecstasy;every touch tingles. I think I read that somewhere. Love exists in powder. Love exists inpills. We are all addicts.”

“Freud suggests that in order to love someone else, one must love themselves; it's a classic "needs before other needs" argument. Unfortunately, no one really loves themselves . And, if they do, they need to get to know themselves better. Unfortunately, no one is really happy.”