Surrounded by people, but still alone. That's how I felt waking up in that place. Realizing it wasn't just a bad dream. We were truly and actually fucked.
Hustle and hard work. That's how you make your dreams come true. We grow up hearing that, don't we? That you don't have to be gifted, or some kind of natural. If you just put in the time, the effort and the sweat, anything is possible. I believed that because I had to. Only to find out... it was a stone-cold lie. With some dreams, you can work yourself to the fucking bone... and they're still gonna be there... just out of reach.