What means to be alive

7.

She loved reading. It allowed her to cry over someone else's sadness when she could no longer identify her own.

If it got very bad I wouldn't be able to cry.

Crying was an outlet, but when I couldn't, all of my emotions would fill up my insides until I couldn't breathe.

Depression comes into your life an unexpected guest who always overstays their welcome until they become your only friend. Until they isolate you from the rest of the world and force you to watch the way your life falls apart.

Pulling open the door of the bookstore, I let the warmth engulf me. Bookstores are another thing I don't hate.

Growing up, I constantly read books as a way to escape reality.

Escape the stress of my family, the pressure to be perfect, and be distracted by someone else's problems.

I could forget my problems for as long as I pleased, and pay attention to someone else's.

We are all people behind windows-the only difference is if you open your blinds and turn on your lights or not.

I am a fool for the words I wish I could say. I am a fool for the words I won't ever say.

I am a fool because of the lies that I say.

You stop reading books about love because no other love story can compare to yours.

Being in love means turning your world into theirs. Every love song into one about them, every color that is the same as their eye color becomes your favorite color, every love story is nothing compared to yours.

If you are broken, you are supposed to try and fix it-not add on to it,

I wasn't always like this,

I used to be so happy, I used to live in the moment, but now I am stuck in the past.

It's funny how life works. You have everything, yet you feel like you have nothing.

Nadia,

xoxo