My New Ink
Through life's school of war: that which does not kill you only serves to make you stronger.
Two weeks after having the outline done, I got it filled in last night.
It hurt like a motherfucker. But, at least this particular self-inflicted pain will leave me with something other than crushing depression, ‘personal growth’, and a bitter taste in my mouth.
Which reminds me - Fuck Nietzsche.