Jasmine Warga

Maybe we all have darkness inside of us and some of us are better at dealing with it than others.

You're like a grey sky. You're beautiful, even though you don't want to be.

I will be stronger than my sadness.

Anyone who has actually been that sad can tell you that there's nothing beautiful or literary or mysterious about depression.

Depression is like a heaviness that you can’t ever escape. It crushes down on you, making even the smallest things like tying your shoes or chewing on toast seem like a twenty-mile hike uphill. Depression is a part of you; it’s in your bones and your blood.

Sometimes I wonder if my heart is like a black hole--it's so dense that there's no room for light, but that doesn't mean it can't still suck me in.

I once read in my physics book that the universe begs to be observed, that energy travels and transfers when people pay attention. Maybe that's what love really boils down to--having someone who cares enough to pay attention so that you're encouraged to travel and transfer, to make your potential energy spark into kinetic energy.

It’s funny how once you like someone, even the unattractive things they do somehow become endearing.