But when you're concerned that the miserable, boring wasteland in front of you might stretch all the way into forever, not knowing feels strangely hope-like.

Тo me, the future doesn’t seem real. It’s just this magical place where I can put my responsibilities so that I don’t have to be scared while hurtling toward failure at eight hundred miles per hour.

On a fundamental level, I am someone who would throw sand at children.

YOU R sO bRUEtifUL...how R U so BRUTEfUL and good?

There I was, casually wishing that I could stop existing in the same way you'd want to leave an empty room or mute an unbearably repetitive noise.

And that's the most frustrating thing about depression. It isn't always something you can fight back against with hope. It isn't even something-it's nothing. And you can't combat nothing.

I couldn't even muster the enthusiasm to hate myself anymore.

And finally - FINALLY - after a lifetime of feelings and anxiety and more feelings, I didn't have any feelings left. I had spent my last feeling being disappointed that I couldn't rent Jumanji.

-to me, the future doesn't seem real. It's just this magical place where I can put my responsibilities so that I don't have to be scared while hurtling toward failure at right hundred miles per hour.

You don't have to be a good person to feel like a good person, though. There's a loophole I found where I don't do good, helpful things, but I keep myself in a perpetual state of thinking I might.

Sometimes we speak different languages, but our hearts are the same.

The dark war consciousness and pride have seized upon the weak, with great cynicisms and glib, soulless intellects, that grind away like robotic gears at what they despise and can never understand.

Where you used to be there is a hole in the world which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime and falling into at night. I miss you like hell.

We are not going to eliminate imperialism by shouting insults at it.

A simple democracy is the devil's own government.

I now know that I learn by solving problems as they arise. Rarely do we learn significant lessons, or significantly improve, any other way.

Sleep is for those who are broke

Old godheads sink in space and drown Their arks like foundered galleons sucked down.

Pray on all occasions." Unlocked page 38.

Whatever may be God's future, we cannot forget His past.