I may not like who I am, skill-wise not spirit/soul-wise, but I still have myself.

I am broken. I… you know that by now. If there’s one thing you know, you know that from my journals.

It’s skill-wise, though, not soul-wise. My spirits and sense are still good. My personality is still intact.

The way I look at it is like a system, a space shuttle have you. There’s the engine, the piloting area, energy batteries, oxygen system, etc.

So like, my personality subsystem is awesome. I am a fucking amazing person.

But my capability/capacity is fucked. I can’t do ANYTHING.


It fucking sucks.

But I love you.

Keep going.

Keep fighting.

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