I am like a certain species of tree. Im a plantsmon, I can use this comparison. Trees thrive from a certain amount of toughness. Wind that doesnt knock them down makes their trunk stronger. A deluge makes its roots more tenacious. Drought prevents the roots from rotting and teaches it to conserve. Winter teaches it that the sun will shine again. Summer is its reward for persevering and is a time to just be.
There comes a time however, that the most determined of trees cannot fend off trouble and hardship. If it gets burned, its skin dies. If it gets attacked by countless insects to where there is no end, it will struggle pathetically until it becomes too much. If water never comes, it will wither and die. And it will suffocate in an endless amount of tears. Yes I am talking about me. To everything, there is its limit. I have fought long and hard. Im still standing. But life is tenuous at best. If this tree that is me doesnt see some nourishment, it will also surely die.
