I sighed and rested my hands on the balcony railing, my tall figure looking over the edge. There are days when I feel like throwing myself over the edge, and today is one of those days. I hate this. I hate all of it. I hate what I'm doing to the trees and animals, I hate that I can't stop it, won't stop it. I hate having to act like a swag boss in front of everyone, like I don't have a care in the world when, really, it feels as if the world itself is the yoke around my shoulders. And what I hate most of all is myself, and that I'm slowly becoming numb to all the damage I'm dealing. And that I'm not even trying to stop it. I just want to be loved.