and all the things i thought i knew have led me to this one annex. the sky, the scorch, the salt. everything that revolves and cries and still breathes. we love the things we hate. we hate the things that are taught to us. i will never be different. striving for difference is like trying to find the needle in the haystack.

but i bet if you went to nap in it two months later, you'd wonder why you felt a sudden prick in your thigh.

don't ever give up.