Answer this one question, and I'll shut up for a time.

Will I be fucking happy within the next six months, while still alive?

Really is all of this worth the price, what price are we paying, what price do I have to pay, because it seems I've already paid once, many moons ago. Leg still hurts, bad. 100 pound rail road ties. The Scars God gave me, there must be a purpose they hurt so badly. It really doesn't feel like I'm written into the story. It would be nice to feel as if I belonged to something bigger, it seems I'm losing my will to fight, like its being kicked the hell right out of me. If I were a horse, I'd shoot me.

A glimmer of hope would be nice about now. Glimmer the hell out of me. Myrope………………………….←-I'm here.