I tried and that's important to remember. It's not my fault that every time I find the strength to get up the universe finds ways to knock me down again. I don't want to rot in the ground where the sun rays can't keep me warm, yet it seems that's my fate. I don't want to accept it but the world holds me by my throat and says that's my destiny. To rot, to set an example, a warning to not become like me.













