helplessness

Left side, he is injured. Hold me close right.

There is no such thing as helplessness. It's just another word for giving up.

What makes or breaks us ultimately is our attitude toward the things we can't control.

I opened up a bit and explained that I have a type I'm drawn to naturally, but that I've found that the women I've ended up loving the most have never been what I've thought of as my type, maybe because part of love is being helpless, being out of control of your own emotions.

Power is fortified not just by what it destroys, but also by what it creates. Not just by what it takes, but also by what it gives. And powerlessness reaffirmed not just by the helplessness of those who have lost, but also by the gratitude of those who have (or THINK they have) gained.

You don__ know what it__ like to worry you__l start to despise the people who help you, the ones you should love, because they__e healthy and you__e not, because they__e kind and you__e this angry, frustrated_._._. thing.

The anger welled inside me, with no where to go. I could feel it eating away at me. I knew if i didn't find a way to release it, it would destroy me.

Don't you see? The catastrophe is me. My very existence is an affront to everything that is natural and good.