Everything hurts and I hate myself. That’s it, that’s all that happened.
"You’re really good at quietly feeling a whole universe of shit without even a hint. Me too. Get angry. Make a move. It’s time."
(a really great friend said this to me, everyone should have someone to tell them when it’s time.)
If you want something, take it: by force, by right—by wrong, even. People will tread over you, smiling as they go, unless you stomp them out first. This is the world. All paths are like roots: sometimes, one tree must starve another to survive. I am decided.