I've survived.
I've been up, down and all around. My brain can tell a story that would make most weak in the knees until they vomit their soul from their shoes. Not only did I survive this, it made me stronger, wiser and lighter since I cut the weight of a thousand losers from my life. I walk with the confidence of a man who has seen hell and broke the devil until he released me from the depths of madness.
I've made mistakes and learned from them. Made my mind up about what I know and what I don't know. Learned how to be a better human in the face of darkness and made the realization who is now worth my time. And who isn't worth the space they steal from.
I will not forget who cut and run at the time of my lowest, and who dug in to help me find the surface from the grave I was almost buried in. I see you for who you really are deep down.
I can see for miles now, and I'm bigger, better and more prepared to deal with the evil that sleepwalk through life, acting out of pure self-centrist instinct as only vampires of the soul could function.
I see you. Keep pretending you don't see me succeed while you languish in your own personal purgatory for the rest of your pathetic days.
Loser shit.
