the end is the beginning is the end is the beginning of the end

I don't know what to do next. I just don't. 

And suddenly, I hate this woman. I hate this woman for all that she represents. The conformity. The apathy. The empty. She is part of the problem. She is the victim and the aggressor. 

Please, wake up. Please. That is our only hope. 

Post four. Day three. Nablopomo.