When people don’t express themselves, they die one piece at a time. You’d be shocked at how many adults are really dead inside — walking through their days with no idea who they are.
— Laurie Halse Anderson, Speak
I am deadly, deadly tired of my unhappiness.
— Mary MacLane, Await The Devil’s Coming
My only relief is to sleep. When I’m sleeping, I’m not sad, I’m not angry, I’m not lonely, I’m nothing.
— Jillian Medoff, Hunger Point
There is a terrible emptiness in me, an indifference that hurts.
— Albert Camus, The First Man
