"No one’s ever treated me as bad as you have."
Well, I’m first place at something, then.
I’m constantly aware of the fact that with a minor shift in my DNA, I could have been someone completely different. And I sometimes wish I could have been. I don’t understand why it had to be me who has experienced, and still experiences, so many cruelties in life. Cruelties committed against me by other people, those perpetrated against me by my own mind, and those cruelties I inflict on those around me. I wish I could have been born someone entirely different. At the same time, wishing my life on someone else would be totally unethical. Every moment contains the excruciating pain of being, of wishing I was something different. And yet I keep waiting for things to get better. Something clearly keeps me going.
Tie the knot
Kick the chair
There goes all of your despair