Right after you broke my heart, I have nothing more to live for, but for myself. Instead of pulling myself apart and lose it all again, I chose to jump into the vortices of my mind and settled there.
This dedication is driven by pure madness and obsession, and a self-punishment for not trying to live a better life. I am hating myself for not trying to get out. It’s going to be a painful journey, but it will be worth it.
Even if it means losing friends and people I used to know and care, so be it.
It’s a fucking sacrifice.
Understand that this is the only fire keeping me alive at the moment.
Understand that this is my ardorous ride to the Gods.