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May 07, 2014 02:13AM

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I ᴀᴍ ᴀ ϙᴜᴇᴇɴ.❞
- Queen Alison, Lady of the Flames and the Brave
Who are these quotes from, I might use them in my book?


❝Yes, I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by the moonlight and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.❞
- Oscar Wilde, The Critic As Artist

"If you live to a hundred days,
I wish to live to a hundred days minus one
Because I don't want to live a day without you."
-Winnie the Pooh


All the 'quotes' where I don't precise who said it are from me. ./\."
They have the quotes on it, Lokrow. Sorry. I'll type them out...

“Breathe, my friend. You are not old, you are young. You are not a mess, you are normal. Extraordinary, perhaps. In the blink of an eye, your life will change. And it will continue to change for decades to come. Enjoy it, embrace it...be grateful for the ride. You are not old, you are young. And faith will get you everywhere. Just you wait.”
-Abby Larson

“It takes a great deal of courage to see the world in all its tainted glory and still love it.”
-Oscar Wilde
Lol. Love the quote from Alessia.

❝Everyone here has to bury someone they love.❞
❝I don't intend to bury her, she's not dead.❞
-Angelfall


(Heheh, the credit doesn't really go to me, I found the quote on the internet.)


❝You can't see that I'm hurting.
You don't notice the pain.
It feels like everyone else is sitting in the sunshine,
while I drown in the rain.❞


{Read that one already. It wasn't exactly as sad, but cool too. I'm reading Forgive Me, Leonard Peacock. A story of a teenage boy about to kill his best friend and then later himself. ❝Tʜᴇ ᴋᴇʏ ɪs ᴅᴏɪɴɢ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴇᴛs ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ﹐ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪɴᴅs ᴏғ ʀᴇɢᴜʟᴀʀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ. Sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀs.❞}


❝Months came,
and months went.
I felt exhuasted, tired, sad.
It was like I was suffocating,
like I couldn't breathe,
like the walls were caving in on me.
I was giving up.
And I'm sorry,
Because I gave up on everyone else as well.
I miss myself.
I miss smiling.
I miss being happy.
I miss loving you.
I miss loving life.
I miss loving anything that isn't sleep
And,
most of all,
I miss being me.❞

❝Living with depression is like watching people around you breathing, but instead, your blue lips inhale words of self-hatred and you know you should be able to fill your lungs with fresh oxygen like everyone else,
but you can't.
And the worst part is that people mistake your chest frantically rising up and down as breathing, when you're actually
suffocating.❞

❝You,
just like everyone else I've met,
misunderstand depression.
You think it's about being sad.
You think it's when you feel down.
But it's not.
It's like a darkness that
creeps over you
and fills you.
It drains all your emotions.
And leaves you feeling hollow and numb.
It's not anger,
it's not sadness.
It's hopelessness.
Imagine waking up and there being no color,
imagine walking outside and hearing no sound,
eating a meal and tasting nothing,
holding someone and feeling completely alone at the same time.
That's depression.
When you're depressed,
it's not a bad mood.
It's a numb, empty, hollowness
that seems to never leave.
It threatens to take over you and your life
every time you breathe,
every time you fake a smile,
or hold back confessions.
Depression makes you feel completely alone in a room full of people.
It makes you think that there's no hope left.❞




❝Sometimes, I suppose I'm happy.
Like when I'm with my friends,
throwing my head back and covering my mouth
as I shake with laughter at a joke someone just made.
But then day turns to night
and my carefree grin turns into unexplainable sadness,
etched on my face like a tattoo.
And I lay in bed,
thinking about all the things I wish I could say
- all the things I'm too afraid to admit,
even with only pen, paper and mind.
It's nights like these when I realise:
I am many things.
I am happy and sad,
outgoing and shy,
rambunctious and quiet.
But mostly,
I'm just empty.❞

❝What's the scariest part?
The scariest part isn't
feeling the loneliness
or the darkness that fills me,
despite the looming pain of emptiness.
The scariest part is the realisation that
I've completely lost myself,
sinking in as I lay awake at 2 AM
because I've lost the ability to sleep.
And I don't even cry
because I'm too far gone
to even care.❞

