The struggle for self-acceptance is eternal, or so it seems.
I haven't hated myself this much in so long.
Apes is breathing deeply. Not snoring, but I know she's sleeping. It's soothing.
I helped out a first year with his lab this afternoon. My debt to society. I was lucky to have Damy's help. I will be eternally grateful for that.
I'm lucky to have a lot of things, really.
But do I really deserve them?