"Why are the inno­cent pun­ished? Why the sac­ri­fice? Why the pain? There aren't any promises. Nothing's cer­tain. Only some get called. Some get saved. She won't ever know the hard­ship and grief for those of us left behind. We com­mit this body to the void with a glad heart."

Why is it that when I try to do the right thing, I get fucked (fig­ure of speech) no mat­ter what I do?

"It's not right, it's not fair! We've paid our debt.…Don't you think it's time? Don't you think it's time we went home?"

I work hard for every­thing I get. I deserve what I get, and what I don't. Ah fuck it. Why should I try anymore.…