Sometimes I wonder what's the point. Why am I still fighting the tide of hatred? Why do I persist in my battle with my mother and life itself? Why not just climb up high enough so that I can jump back onto the upraised spears of the world, impaling my soul, and ending this torment? Honestly, right now, I don't know. It's not like I'm living for anyone. Not like I have anyone waiting for me to give my soul to. Why do I do it? *shrugs*

However, we have to remember that the journey is more important than the end or the start....

~Alisa