It's so easy to give up. It's so easy to be angry. It's so easy to want revenge. It's so easy to act out and be immature.

But everyday I pray for the strength to endure, to hold on a little bit longer. Because to give up would be selfish. It would seem selfish to all the people who sacrificed for me.

The world is not a bad place.

But little by little, I feel like I am a bad person. I have these realizations, these tiny epiphanies, telling myself how selfish I had been all this time. And it makes me hate myself so much.

What a surprise, I hate myself!  What's new, really.