The things I would do to feel some sanity.

I’m weak, and I’m tired, and I’m probably the kind of gloomy company you won’t be in for at the moment.

Tell me, though, and I’ll do what I can, no matter how feeble such a gesture may seem.

And I lose, and I gain, and I worry. I only do this with weight. If only I could do the same with happy.

I wonder why you and me got stuck with depression, with anxiety, with a sense of heart break that is inherent to ourselves.

I don’t know how well you cope, usually, but I certainly don’t cope well. It seems like this world has just made the worst match ever - I am not at all capable of fighting the things that have already half destructed me.

I decided to quit you before you got to me. To you, it seemed unfair, since everybody else had gotten their chance to hurt me in the past. To me, that’s exactly why fairness has nothing to do with it.

Your words can achieve such an awful lot more than you give them credit for. Don’t be afraid to share them with the world.

Leaving everything behind is less than a single plane ticket away. No buses, cars, ships are needed for you to create the distance you need. You have passion, you have your body.

I have yet to find happiness in this world, but I am determined to travel the globe until I discover whatever it might be to me.

You are right: talking won’t solve the puzzle that is your mind. It won’t magically erase your emotions; nor will it singlehandedly chase away the storm.

Talk anyway.