one day at a time

My name is Jenna and I'm eighteen years young, a thousand miles from home and right now that's the only way I know how to survive.
Aug 19 '11
Hope is the real killer. Hope is harmful. Hope enables us to sit still in the sinking raft instead of doing something about our situation. Forget hope. Honestly and candidly assessing the situation as it truly stands is our only chance. Instead of sitting there and “hoping” our way out of this, perhaps we should recognize that realizing the truth of our situation, even if unpleasant, is positive since it is the required first step toward real change.
— Gringo Stars (via liblyx)

(via liberationfrequency & liblyx)