“2:00 AM; I’ve never felt anything heavier than this feeling of emptiness.”

“There was nothing poetic about the pain I felt. It was crying my eyes out at two in the morning and clutching at my chest as I tried to regain my breath because if I let go, I was scared I’d fall apart.”

“I don’t feel like I’m myself anymore. I want to restore everything that made me, me. I want to look in a mirror and adore who I am instead of not wanting to exist anymore. Where’s my humour gone? Or my motivation? I don’t enjoy waking up daily and questioning what I exist for.”

“I am sorry if I’m cold at times. If I’m numb, and quiet. There is just so much going on in my head, so much noise, chaos, that I forget to be present. I forget to exist in the moment. I find myself lost in my mind, wrapped in my thoughts, drowning in emotion. You see, there is a voice within me that will not quiet, no matter how hard I try to tame it. I know, I need to stop listening, I need to stop believing it. But how can I run away from my own self? How can I break free of my own mind?”

“I often wonder what it’s like to have a father who wants to be around. I wonder what it’s like to have a father that cares.”

“I remember not wanting to get out of bed, and everyone yelling at me to stop going to sleep so late. But it wasn’t that, I was not tired at all. I was sad, I was so very sad that even getting out of bed seemed pointless to me. It was hard, being so sad that it became a struggle to get up in the mornings.”

“I felt a tremendous distance between myself and everything real.”

“It’s a frightening thought, that in one fraction of a moment you can fall in the kind of love that takes a lifetime to get over.”