Lingering, bottled-up anger never reveals the ‘true colors’ of an individual. It, on the contrary, becomes all mixed up, rotten, confused, forms a highly combustible, chemical compound then explodes as something foreign, something very different...
We all know pain doesn’t exist without some coexisting depression.
She had a sense of herself being brain dead: running on tubes and machines.
Hard work does not go unnoticed,and someday the rewards will follow
I bet if you cut open my stomach, the black slug of depression would slide out.
Luck always seems like it belongs to someone else.
Don’t let the anger control you turning you into someone whom you are not.