As far as I am concerned I have died, but for the approximately three people that care about me at this point in my life, I haven't completely perished. I never wanted to off myself, I just hated the guy that warranted disrespect from people close to me, the kid that thought everyone was against him, the asshole that thought the world owed him something. I hated that sucker and wanted to kill him, so I did.
There are parts of me that survived but the shitty drunk party boy is gone. The poisoned, pleasure seeking and lustful guy that I spent my young adult life feeding substances to is dead. Thank fuck.
No longer bound by internal and primal urges, the mentality of living becomes exponentially better. In a sense you can learn from your past mistakes, keep any good attributes and take the bad attributes out back and line them up like an execution and murder them in cold blood.
Allow me to reintroduce myself.
That part of me no longer exists. The part of me that survived is a better man in every way. Keep the change and fuck off if you don't like it. I'm better now.
Good Riddance.
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