I’m the girl who is lost in space, the girl who is disappearing always, forever fading away and receding farther and farther into the background. Just like the Cheshire cat, someday I will suddenly leave,...

Sometimes it feels like we’re all living in a Prozac nation. The United States of Depression.

Everything’s plastic, we’re all going to die sooner or later, so what does it matter.

I start to get the feeling that something is really wrong.