The people you think are the happiest are usually the saddest; that's because they see more and feel deeper than others do. They are the sensitive and they see beyond the veil of what's tangible and what's not. They wear no masks and can see through the masks of others. The sensitive to life are few in number, which is why they feel so alone...because they are all alone.

It's hard to part the curtains when the dark holds such familiarity.

Regret is her companion and the one who whispers to her often. She has even let hope die and that brings about despair.

I smile when I want to cry. I laugh when I want to die.