Doug Wall

“To live is to prepare for goodbye
For loneliness is a friend
who will not betray.
Shiver not in the pouring love,
instead buy an umbrella
Believe not in happiness,
even in the passions of love…
Confess not your love,
even if you would die for it.
For love is like a season
It comes and goes to decorate life’s boredom
The moment you call it Love,
it melts away, an ice sculpture…
Goodbye, Someday.
Happiness lasts not forever
As Despair lasts not forever.
Some days, there is Goodbye
some days, there is Hello.
At death,
some look back on being loved
While some look back on having loved…
I’ll definitely look back on having loved…”
― Hitonari Tsuji, サヨナライツカ

“Its so hard to talk when you want to kill yourself. That's above and beyond everything else, and it's not a mental complaint-it's a physical thing, like it's physically hard to open your mouth and make the words come out. They don't come out smooth and in conjunction with your brain the way normal people's words do; they come out in chunks as if from a crushed-ice dispenser; you stumble on them as they gather behind your lower lip. So you just keep quiet.”
― Ned Vizzini, It's Kind of a Funny Story

“The worst type of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see--the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it. A section withered and became a scar on the part of your soul that survived. For people like me and Echo, our souls contained more scar tissue than life.”
― Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits

“I've got a bad case of the 3:00 am guilts - you know, when you lie in bed awake and replay all those things you didn't do right? Because, as we all know, nothing solves insomnia like a nice warm glass of regret, depression and self-loathing.”
― D.D. Barant, Dying Bites