Status Updates From If You Could See the Sun

I hate it when I own a copy of a seemingly badly written book

Horrible, no creo terminarlo.

“To live well, you must learn to see yourself first.”

‘[…] The neglected ones, the unlucky ones, the ones who want more than they've been given. The ones who have to crawl and scrape and fight their way up from the very bottom, who have to game a system designed for them to lose. Always the first to be punished and blamed when things go wrong. Always the last to be seen, to be saved.’

“No,” he says softly. “Of course not.”
“Then why…” My voice trembles. I inhale, try again. “Why do I feel so fucking tired all the time?”

"You—you and all the kids at Airington... All you have is light. Light and glory and power and the whole world laid out for you, just waiting for you to take whatever you like." I draw in a shaky breath, wrap my arms tighter around myself, bury my chin into the pillow. "Is it really too much to ask? For people like me to want a bit of that light for ourselves?"

this is gonna go horribly wrong