Because you are better than your worst mistakes.

You stop the shower feeling filthier than ever. You drag yourself over to the mirror, and the pain on the trembling child's face in front of you almost breaks your heart. You would give anything to be able to tell her things are going to be alright. You would give anything for a chance to fix things. You would give anything to forgive her...

And all you have left to give is your hope.

You have no money...you gave it all to Ella so you wouldn't have to feel her eyes not looking at you anymore...

You have no home...because if home is where the heart is, you have broken homes where you are no longer welcome and haunted houses that want to suck your soul away...

You have no pride...that was fucked out of you last night and it's remnants have already run down the drain, doubtlessly clogging a pube filled filth hole that you'll probably have to clean later...

You have no chance. Six shattered lives. You are supposed to fix them all, and then your own?! While somehow not flunking school, ending up on the street, and sinking right back down in the slime, only now with more regrets weighing you down?!

You can't do this. You might as well apologize to the woeful waif whimpering in the mirror, because if hope is all you have, you might as well give up right now.