Sometimes I wonder, when I’m asleep here, maybe it’s actually awake over there. And as my memories get hazier, I feel that my ability to sense the passing of time has become hazier as well. How long has it been? When did I stop seeing myself as whole, even in dreams?

I’ll tell you, serving is not for the weak.

Choosing my own happiness over anyone else’s.

In all honesty. I hate my life.