i get anxious for people who fall asleep on public transit. like where is your home? how many stops have you missed? this was not a time for a nap
"Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door."