Being passive isn't always the best. Sometimes you have to be aggressive to get it done. I work harder than ever without a break, using my enhanced speed. I tire myself out, and Jamal always writes in his little book. I wonder if he suffers the way I do? Pity is for no man here, so I would be in deep pools of trouble if I was ever caught being nice. We aren't built off of sunshine and rainbows. I like to believe we all once were innocent and happy, corrupted by an evil man. One day this torment will end, we'll be birds set free from a cage. Sometimes my obstacles are more mental than physical.
Diary, February twenty fifth, 2014
