I can see the world each morning with fresh eyes. I can write—even if no one is reading. I can speak out—even if no one is listening. I can laugh—even though I feel like crying. I can cry—even though the rest of the world plods numbly along. I can thrust both middle fingers defiantly at the creeps and maggots and leeches and abusers and horrors that have swarmed over this planet like a disease, and I can fight back. I can fight back!