"I miss you. I miss not touching each other. Not seeing each other, not breathing in each other. I want you. All the time. No one else."
- Adèle, Blue is the Warmest Color
The only love I want in this world is yours and if I can’t have it, I want another world.
Depression turns you into a series of nouns, without the adjectives and without the verbs. You don’t remember where you misplaced your descriptions, your actions (under the sink with your emotions). You become: bed, shower, socks, coffee, keys, obligations.
"I am nothing. I’m like someone who’s been thrown into the ocean at night, floating all alone. I reach out, but no one is there. I call out, but no one answers. I have no connection to anything."