I no longer pursue happiness, for it alludes me in every occasion. It is as if I'm trying to find something that is invisible, and sometimes I can't help to wonder if I'm the only one who it is oblivious to

Understanding life is like trying to put together a puzzle with pieces that don't fit.

When I'm depressed I'll lie to myself to make me feel better. But really, it's ok, because depression only sometimes gets the best of me.

Loneliness is my worst enemy, but in the end he's usually my only real friend.