I can't delve into my sad bullshit, but it is similar to yours, because at the end of the day I know, you do own your happiness. I mean really think about it, you could become a porn star and have a thousand orgasms, you can join the peace corp, you can sign up to fly to mars, there are a thousand equally crazy ideas that would be at least something new that you could own. Fuck letting someone else control the narrative. I'm going to use this fucking anger, and hurt, and emptiness as fuel. I'm going to burn those fucking calories until I am happy with what I look like and I'm going to do something, anything, to make this world not suck as much every time I get a chance, because I only get one chance before eternity comes to collect and I'm going to build a fucking empire of good to counter all the shit I hate. Even if it's hard. Especially if it's hard. I came here looking for something, and I appreciate you giving me the space for me to talk to myself in a public setting, as stupid as that sounds. I'm a fractured mess right now but I'm working on it.