Trenton Lee Stewart Quotes

I cry sometimes. I get very upset.

We all have times when we go home at night and pull out our hair and feel misunderstood and lonely and like we're falling. I think the brain is such that there is always going to be something missing.

I felt like I was the only person on the planet with this 'thing called depression', and I remember being frightened. I was knocked out and dopey, and I cried all of the time.

I can't even say what my greatest fear is because I, I can't even imagine. Being without my family... I can't even say it because it makes me cry.

When it was all over, and I was left alone in my office, I put my face in my hands and wept. I could do nothing less.

I was so broken when I did the first record. I was living in my parents' basement, I didn't know anyone. I was broken-hearted and writing this really dark record. I was at the bottom of a well.

Even close people left me - I was hurt by them and felt there was nobody who understands me, which made me fall apart.

Many hotels, I just sat there and - I call it the silent scream - I don't know why, you just sit there, and tears will just come down, and you'll just sit there for hours, man. There's no place to turn, and when you do turn, who cares? You're just a dumb professional wrestler.

Just leave me alone. I'm not myself. I'm falling apart, and I don't want you here.

My emotions overload because there is no hand to hold, there’s no shoulder here to lean on; I’m walking all on my own.

I lie on the floor, washed by nothing and hanging on. I cry at night. I am afraid of hearing voices, or a voice. I have come to the edge, of the land. I could get pushed over.

I just looked at her, feeling utterly empty. I didn't know what I was supposed to say to her. My life is in that bed. Please let me stay.

My boyfriend dumped me. My best friend won't talk to me. My future is in a garbage can. Everything has turned to crap. Can you please just let me be a sullen teenager. just this once

I cannot do it. I cannot bear it. I cannot go back to what I was here. I cannot stand at her side and watch another take her. I am not that strong or that good.

Now it is you who everyone presumes is so fragile. Wounded. Scarred. Maybe they're right. Perhaps you are. A nursery rhyme comes into your head, and, like an egg, you allow yourself to topple onto your side, your legs still pulled hard against your torso. You lie like that a long while, watching the chrome shell of the tape measure sparkle until the sun moves.

I am fed up. I am fed up with tears and weakness. But there isn't much I can do to stop them.

I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.

Like everyone else, I've had moments when I've felt that I've been losing my grip.

Without a family, man, alone in the world, trembles with the cold.

I cry every chance I get.

Victims always feel alone and helpless.

Knowing that you're the one who's been rejected, God it makes you feel isolated. I defy anybody not to be a bit upset. I felt as though I'd walked into the house trailing all this baggage.

Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me, and drench me in loneliness.

Love and despair go hand in hand.