I’ve always loved the night, when everyone else is asleep and the world is all mine. It’s quiet and dark- the perfect time for creativity.

Thoughts. Thoughts bombard my head, my brain. My psyche.

We all have problems, but let’s not kid ourselves: it’s how we deal with them that makes the difference.

I’d wish it were easier to not allow other people’s pasts to create my own present.

Sometimes I return back to the state of mind I had as a child when I believed nothing was impossible.

Sadly enough, the most painful goodbyes are the ones that are left unsaid and never explained.

Forget about being impressive and commit to being real. Because being real is impressive!

I question how life is treating me, I should be asking how I am treating life.

You’ve got to reach bedrock to become depressed enough before you are forced to accept the reality and enormity of the problem.

I keep moving ahead, as always, knowing deep down inside that I am a good person and that I am worthy of a good life.