He was a waste of life, an addict, the product of despicable actions. But one fleeting wave of emotions, that may have been real, opened his eyes. Possessing his will, he would use that, and the other worldly emotions that overcame him, to create footholds of the mountain he faces. ... "He has come again." I chose to give up... I turned my back towards my family, and friends. I even betrayed my lover.. I wasted 24 years of my life. It was the life of garbage. Truth told me thus; That I would be amounting to absolute shit, no matter what. In order to excuse my pathetic life, I lived by this sentiment. I wondered. Salvation, will it ever come? I chose fantasy, instead, the tower I have built with my damaged hands, crumbled into nothingness. -Loser. I won't ease up this time.