We Are the Ants

Your entire sense of self-worth is predicated upon your belief that you matter, that you matter to the universe. But you don't. Because we are the ants.

Sometimes I think gravity may be death in disguise. Other times I think gravity is love, which is why love's only demand is that we fall.

I was diamond on the outside, and I would not break.
Inside, though, I was already broken.

Grief is an ocean, and guilt the undertow that pulls me beneath the waves and drowns me.

That's the problem with memories: you can visit them, but you can't live in them.

We remember the past, live in the present, and write the future.

Depression isn't a war you win. It's a battle you fight every day. You never stop, never get to rest.

Milkshakes make the world seem less shitty.

I saw the world from the stars' point of view, and it looked unbearably lonely.

Dreams are hopeful because they exist as pure possibility. Unlike memories, which are fossils, long dead and buried deep.