Sometimes things get hard. And sometimes I want to throw myself out of a 10 story window. But I never want to quit. Okay that's a lie I want to quit all the fucking time. I should have quit weeks ago. On everything. Work, life. I should have quit. But I didn't. Because I've got plans. I've got a fucking future. Whether I have to go at it alone and be miserable or do it with someone and live the happiest life I possibly could. I'm gonna make it. And anyone who said I couldn't or can't. Can fucking suck it.
