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"Some people count sheep. I self-loathe."
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"Yes I'm Bipolar but I'm as normal as you except the times when my mind thinks like two."
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"Honestly, if I stay on this gruelling path, I'm going to end up as another suicide statistic."
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"I don't want to do anything. I don't even want to start this day because then I'll just be expected to finish it."
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"You think you're losing your mind, but do keep in mind, as long as you may, that the ability to go on thinking such a thing means it's not all gone."
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"I count everything. Even numbers, odd numbers, multiples of 10. I count the ticks of the clock i count the tocks of the clock I count the lines between the lines on a sheet of paper. I count the broken beats of my heart I count my pulse and my blinks and the number of tries it takes to inhale enough oxygen for my lungs. I stay like this I stand like this I count like this until the feeling stops. Until the tears stop spilling, until my fists stop shaking, until my heart stops aching. There are never enough numbers."
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"I know that things get worse before they get better because that's what my psychiatrist says, but this is a worse that feels too big."
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"Anyone can hide. Facing up to things, working through them, that's what makes you strong."
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Personal Development
"I tried to kill myself when I was thirteen but failed. That was the greatest failure of my life."
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"Solitude sometimes is best society."
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"Being overly critical of yourself is like having a relentless, inescapable bully who follows you everywhere you go and abuses you."
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"I was eleven years old, and I'd lost my mother, and my soul, and the Crucible gave me you. "It made us roommates, he says. I shake my head. "We were always more. "We were enemies."You were the centre of my universe, I say. "Everything else spun around you."
Friendship
"I don't want to do anything. I don't even want to start this day because then I'll just be expected to finish it."
Mental Health
"With 'Attachments,' my goal was to write a really good romantic comedy. I wanted the reader to be smiling throughout."
Writing
"Cath exhaled. Then inhaled. Her chest was so tight, it hurt both ways. Levi shouldn't get to make her feel this way - he shouldn't even have access to her chest."
Emotion
"What did he have to mope about, really? What more did he want?...Love. Purpose. Those are the things that you can't plan for. Those are the things that just happen. And what if they don't happen? Do you spend your whole life pining for them? Waiting to be happy?"
Purpose
"She smiled, and her eyes started to drift downward. "Cather..." Back up to his eyes."You know that I'm falling in love with you, right?"
Romance
"She told me later that her parents had told her to steer clear of me at school. "My mum said that nobody really knew where you came from. And that you might be dangerous." "Why didn't you listen to her?" I asked. "Because nobody knew where you came from, Simon! And you might be dangerous!" "You have the worst survival instincts." "Also, I felt sorry for you," she said. "You were holding your wand backwards."
Trust
"Are you okay?" she heard someone - Levi? - ask "Hey... are you crying?"Cath ran her fingers along the cover, over the raised gold type.Then someone else ran right into her, pushing the book into Cath's chest. Pushing two books into her chest. Cath looked up just as Wren threw an arm around her."They're both crying," Cath heard Reagan say. "I can't even watch."Cath freed an arm to wrap around her sister. "I can't believe it's really over," she whispered.Wren held her tight and shook her head. She really was crying, too. "Don't be so melodramatic, Cath," Wren laughed hoarsely. "It's never over... It's Simon."
Family
"You don't care what anyone thinks about you,' he said.'That's crazy,' she said. 'I care what everyone thinks about me.''I can't tell,' he said. 'You just seem like yourself, no matter what's happening around you. My grandmother would say you're comfortable in your own skin."
Self
"He had never looked at me before, never, and the idea made my skin burn."
Attraction
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