I am not a perfect person; I know I am a fool. And sometimes I want to go to a place that I could imagine a home to be, I just want a reprieve from all of this pain and suffering I am enduring, a small chance to make it into life and to bring you with me. But I know that will never be the case, so I am fighting with such voracity, until I am broken. But even when I feel broken and shattered and I cannot handle the pain, I wince and move on and endure until something is done and I can push through this bullshit.
I am not going to stop, even if the gods smite me, and in the end hopefully everything will mean something.