On your feet boy, ON YOUR FEET. You don't get to quit. Not now, not ever. 

Keep going. Push yourself. Is it any wonder she left you? You're a disgusting tub of goo, so keep fuckng going. No surrender, no retreat. Does it hurt? Good. Now drown it out. Feed on your anger, your bitterness. Those are all that matter, all that exist. You don't matter. Your thoughts don't matter. Your feelings don't matter. Only The Crusade matters. You are nothing, nothing at all to anybody else in this world. Look in the mirror when you're done. Who would ever love you? But you don't matter, only how you look. How you *will* look. That's what counts. Inside doesn't matter. You have no worth, no intrinsic value beyond that. So strive for that. Don't even bother coveting. Work on being coveted. Only then will there be a purpose to your existence. So do one more mile. One more set. Find your limits, find them and go beyond them. That is the single way you will find revenge, find redemption. It will take a long time to achieve and will require constant maintenance. This is war without end and if you ever give up, ever relent, you deserve to suffer alone and die in solitude.