Autonomy Is The Whole Thing;

The Small Seed Of Despair Cracks Open And Sends Experimental Tendrils Upward To The Fragile Skin Of Calm Holding Him Together.

And If You Ever Do A Survey, You'll Find That People Prefer Illusion To Reality, Ten To One. Twenty, Even.

I Think Living The Blessed Life Is The Luck Of The Draw.

Haven't Lost Your Sense Of Humor After All But Your Sense Of Identity Is What Seems To Have Been Misplaced. No. Wrong. You Don't Lose What You Never Had.

For Me Being Depressed Means You Can Spend All Day In Bed, And Still Not Get A Good Night's Rest.