Not only do I have to sit here and overcome several addictions before they kill me- addictions that began because people like you either explicitly or implicitly told me I am not good enough, or I never will amount to much- but I have to do it alone. If I make it out the other side- I hope to be cold and ruthless, to match my surroundings. It makes for confusing mornings. Honestly God- I just want to get in where I fit in, and I want everyone else to melt away from my polluted heart and mind. Honestly- I mean no harm, but to manipulate the manipulators, cheat the cheaters, and fake the fakers. I am appalled at where I am at- but I walked the hard line. Unknowingly. Just give me an ounce, and I will produce the pounds. Help me out for a minute. Show me the path and I will crawl it.