It consumes you, feeds on you, until there's nothing left inside of you. You're left with a hard shell, an unbreakable exterior, a shelf to hold yourself because there's barely anything left to keep you from falling apart.

The world is a filthy place. It's a filthy goddamn horror show. There's just so much pain, y'know? 

He kinda taught me why hurricanes are named after people

    Once you've lost everything, pity is your number one enemy.