find my power? i've been clinging to what pathetic shred i have of power to remain alive for my whole life. i am weak and helpless because i am weak and helpless. an ant can believe he is worthy and great and capable of healing but he'll still be helpless when the person stomps on him.

why make the effort of going through hell to heal when i know i will be stomped on again?

safety is a lie, happiness is a lie when your eyes have been ripped open to see the horror that is this world, that's what this feels like