Mental illness is like fighting a war where the enemy’s strategy is to convince you that the war isn’t actually happening.
I love the rain. I love how it softens the outlines of things. The world becomes softly blurred, and I feel like I melt right into it.
The more humanity advances, the more it is degraded.
Whenever you’re going through a bad day just remember, your track record for getting through bad days, so far, is 100%; and that’s pretty damn good.