[ Because if there’s hope for you,
there’s got to be some for me too. ]
No. That’s not me. Everything that happened to
me, that wasn’t me. That was him. That defines
him. I’m not some t r a g e d y. Hell no, I’m not
letting my fucking existence be labelled a tragedy.
That’s not who I am. I’ve worked hard. I’ve worked
so damn hard. They can’t take that away from me.
I will never let anyone take me away from me.
[ He knew he was making a valid point, but
the anger burning in Jackson’s stomach made
it hard to control his hot temper. Still, he sat down
next to her. He let down all his guards, he looked
at her openly and kept his hands to himself. He
hoped she could see how hard he was trying. ]
You are whatever you make yourself
into. You are a work of fucking art.
Correct your mistakes. Go back to
them and make them mean something.
It’s all part of the finished picture.
[ Jackson was a goddamned masterpiece. ]