"Reality is supposed to offer a brief reflection of your dreams, and a brief respite from your nightmares. But my heavenly reality before all this was as magical as even my most perfect of dreams, while my hellish reality now is a million times worse than even my most haunting of nightmares."
"I loved people. They were my energy, my strength, and my drugs. I was hopelessly and happily addicted, and couldn't quit them, even if I tried. I thrived on interacting with people. I spent my entire heart and soul on them, and in return, I received laughs, love, and one hell of a high. It was totally worth it."
"I think I've forgotten how to be happy. I'm not trying to sound depressed or melodramatic, but I really think I forgot what that emotion is supposed to feel like. I've mastered pretty much every other emotion under the sun, but happiness still evades me. If the world or fate had their way, I would be bitterly unhappy for the rest of my life, but that is not going to be the case, if I have anything to say about it. I used to be spewing with all kinds of blissful, hopeless, annoying happiness."