Breathe in, breathe out. Over and over again.
Just to prove a broken heart can't really kill you.

Your hope is the most beautiful and the saddest in the world.

Drowning, drowning, drowning in the sea of depression and then got a bit of air to save me for today by finding Him again.

Luck always seems like it belongs to someone else.

Hope can be a powerful force. Maybe there's no actual magic in it, but when you know what you hope for most and hold it like a light within you, you can make things happen, almost like magic.

Panic might feel like a bad thing, but in actual fact, it contains thousands of little splinters of hope. When panic is gone, it usually means that those splinters are gone too.