I'm writing and drawing a comic, fueled by rage and fueled by injustice. It's something I've only told friends, because I don't know where I'd post it or what I'd do with it, but I want to write it and now it's in its early stages of scripting. I fucking hate where I am in my life and I hate that I can't escape it, and only recently did I realize the scope of this is more deep rooted than I thought. I feel like I'm watching the world burn down around me, and that somehow I'm the only person atop a mountain of corpses. So many people giving up and it hurts more than anything that I can't speak out on it in anyway that matters, I want to be heard but not for me. I want to be heard so that I can help people like me from thinking themselves so horrible that they need to die. It might be a savior complex, but the rage that I feel can only be quelled when and if I can make one person, anybody see that they aren't worthless enough to die. Somebody always loves you, I love you.