I remember being young and wanting my life to mean something, I wanted to stop all the violence committed by the strong against the weak, and I remembered the time several years ago when I felt so intelligent and young and powerful that I could almost achieve such a thing, and now I knew I wasn’t at all powerful and I would live and die in a world of extreme violence against the innocent, and at most I could help only a few people.
The outside world touches against my outside skin, but not the other part of me, inside.
Normal People, Sally Rooney