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.