They always call depression the blues, but I would have been happy to waken to a periwinkle outlook. Depression to me is urine yellow, washed out, exhausted miles of weak piss.
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Gillian Flynn
Gillian Schieber Flynn (/ˈɡɪliən/; born February 24, 1971) is an American author, screenwriter, comic book writer and former television critic for Entertainment Weekly. Flynn's three published novels are the thrillers Sharp Objects, Dark Places, and Gone Girl, the last of which she adapted for the screen in the 2014 film of the same name directed by David Fincher. 2Early life and educationEdit Flynn was born in Kansas City, Missouri and raised in midtown Kansas City's Coleman Highlands neighborhood. Both of her parents were professors at Metropolitan Community College–Penn Valley: her mother, Judith Ann (née Schieber), was a reading-comprehension professor, and her father, Edwin Matthew Flynn, was a film professor. She has an older brother, Travis, who is a railroad machinist. Her uncle is Jackson County Circuit Court Judge Robert Schieber. Flynn was "painfully shy" and found escape in reading and writing. Growing up, Flynn's father would take her to watch horror movies. Flynn attended Bishop Miege High School and graduated in 1989. As a teenager, she worked odd jobs which required her to do things such as dress up as a giant "yogurt cone who wore a tuxedo." She attended the University of Kansas, where she received her undergraduate degrees in English and journalis
There was nothing I wanted to do more than be unconscious again, wrapped in black, gone away. I was raw. I felt swollen with potential tears, like a water balloon filled to burst. Begging for a pin prick.
Sometimes if you let people do things to you, you're really doing it to them.
Sometimes I think illness sits inside every woman, waiting for the right moment to bloom. I have known so many sick women all my life. Women with chronic pain, with ever-gestating diseases. Women with conditions. Men, sure, they have bone snaps, they have backaches, they have a surgery or two, yank…
The face you give the world tells the world how to treat you.
Sometimes I think I won't ever feel safe until I can count my last days on one hand. Three more days to get through until I don't have to worry about life anymore.
I am a cutter, you see. Also a snipper, a slicer, a carver, a jabber. I am a very special case. I have a purpose. My skin, you see, screams. It's covered with words - cook, cupcake, kitty, curls - as if a knife-wielding first-grader learned to write on my flesh. I sometimes, but only sometimes,…
The face you give the world tells the world how to treat you.
Don't be discouraged - every relationship you have is a failure, until you find the right one.
I have a meanness inside me, real as an organ.
I hate people who start conversations with facts - what are you supposed to do with that? Sure is hot today. Yes, it is.
Sometimes it feels good to fuck with something. Instead of always being fucked with.
The phrase 'fuck you' may not rest on the tip of my tongue, but it’s near. Midtongue.
It seemed like a joke, how much all of these dudes looked alike, like living was so hard it just erased your features, rubbed out anything distinctive.
Worries find you easily enough without inviting them.
I'm not someone who can be depended one five days a week. Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday? I don't even get out of bed five days in a row. I often don't remember to eat five days in a row. Reporting to a workplace, where I should need to stay for eight hours, eight big hours outside my…
You think you know the answer, you’re going to find peace? Like knowing is somehow going to fix you? You think after what happened there’s any peace for you, sweetheart? How about this. Instead of asking yourself what happened, just accept that it happened.
I should just listen to my gut and then do the opposite.
There are few phrases that annoy me more than 'I won't bite.' The only line that pisses me off faster is when some drunk, ham-faced dude in a bar sees me trying to get past him and barks: 'Smile, it can't be that bad!' Yeah, actually, it can, jackwad.
Don't be discouraged - every relationship you have is a failure, until you find the right one.