"I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love."
"Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst."
"Though I may seem at times somewhat distant from you, through the gray mist of my own moods, I am never far; my thoughts always circle around you."
I’m not comfortable with how the story ends
We were lovers and now we’re not even friends
You were perfect and I guess I’m just a creep
But you still hurt me
A gut-wrenchingly honest look at living with depression, from writer Andrew Solomon. One of our all-time favorite talks.