It’s sad when people you know become people you knew. When you can walk right past someone like they were never a big part of your life. How you used to be able to talk for hours, and now you can barely look at them.

No one is afraid of heights, they are afraid of the fall, No one is afraid to play, they are afraid to lose, no one is afraid of the dark, they are afraid of what’s in it, no one is afraid to say “I love you”, they are afraid of the response.

Stones taught me to fly. Love taught me to lie. Life taught me to die.

why is it that depression triggers the loveliest creations?