In my life, I've felt so angry. So very angry that all I am is anger. I've felt so deeply angry with people, with the universe, with God. Everything I've struggled for is exactly what I asked to do, yet life is so unfair.
I was going to achieve what I set out to achieve. The pain had to come with it, the brutal suffering of my soul was necessary. There was no other way to learn what I had learned, and the anger was because I had no choice but to take my journey with Marvel. Again.
This time, I wanted to get things right. I tried all the time. Sometimes, it was natural to feel the urge to retreat, but I knew I could never go back.
He never tried to understand what I felt, never saw me and read my behavior as the language of emotions. But there must come a time, a day, a moment when I get to say I've done what I set out to do because I believe he would try to - I really hoped so.
I was so stupid.
