See? We’re working together and singing along. Next thing you know, this will become a bloody musical. The bloody part, at least.

I will come for you, as I came for so many others, and we will follow in their wake as the last waves of the storm.

My feathers and facade burn to ash till I return to myself, forged in a volcano’s heart, stronger than a thousand suns.

This is why I despise nostalgia. Even if you came from shit, that shit smells like home, like comfort, like something I crave. Fucking psychology. Even I’m its bloody slave.

I help others so they can help me. Tell me you care. Tell me I’m special. That’s why we’re all here.

Validate yourself. Don’t let others define your success.

I hate healers. Empathy irks me. There’s always a reason behind it, or rather, a request.

Face the truth, or drown beneath it.

That’s the problem with ambition. People are too eager to sell their souls before they know the price.