Going head to head with my addictions is far harder than I thought. Am I a failure if I fail? Am I a coward - someone who'd rather run away and cower in the face of adversity, than stand firmly as he is bombarded by demons unknown? These times are the hardest, because they force us to experience them. The past has already been overcome, and the future is too abstract to take seriously. All I have is now, and the now I'm living is in constant flux. At moments I feel as if the entire world is at my feet, while at others I can barely contain myself from imploding. I'm scared that I'm going to lose more people along the way. That somehow the path ahead is far more lonesome than I ever imagined. I guess only time will tell, and as I brace for impact, I beg that you'll remember me - even if it's just in your wildest dreams.
