I'm grateful. I am, I just don't get it. I'm still pretty sure someone upstairs made a huge mistake, and I wouldn't be surprised if they threw me back one of these days.
I don't know else what I'm supposed to do. Every damn time I come up with some way to get this thing finished, someone says it's stupid, or it falls through, and I just want it to be done. I want to make it out of this alive, but that's not the important part, not when it's me or the world, and I don't get why no one else sees that.