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.

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.