I Want to Be Where the Normal People Are

by Rachel Bloom

If I’m alone in this, what if I’m doing it to myself and does that mean I could stop if I really wanted to?

As magical as labels are, however, they do a shit job at describing how mental illness actually feels.

The problem wasn’t who she fell in love with, the problem was how she stayed in unhappy situations long after the writing was on the wall. She had let herself be controlled by a combination of romantic obsession and her own lack of self-esteem.

when the fear of death falls in love with spite, the two of them make a beautiful baby named ambition.