Will we ever be worthy of the years upon years of personal sacrifice that made us who we are today? Will I ever be able to pay it back someday? People sometimes say how it's not our choice to be born, or how just being alive is enough, or how we owe others nothing, but it gets to me sometimes. I'm a weak person, I've only gotten this far through the sacrifice of others. Yet when the people who put all that work in so I could live have problems I can't help but mutter terrible things about them under my breath. For all of their alienating flaws and excruciating foibles that surface time and time again I genuinely believe they harbour me no ill will. I need to change some day. I've known this for many years now.