“How many times can you stand up from a fall? Once, twice, how many fucking times? Me, I don’t know. Life’s putting it all out there for me. It’s like it’s saying, “Oh, you’re happy. Let’s throw in some problems here.” But fuck you life. I will defy you. Trust me, I will.”
You come from Point A, I'm from Point B. Everyone has his own origin, but I'm pretty sure about this: that you and I have intersected, at one point or another. Or if we haven't, I'm pretty sure we will... one of these days.